dusk is the moSt dangerous time
but it’s always where I seem to be

every Strange shaped bush
every shiny piece of trash

becomes suspicious

in the purgatorial half-light
who knows what will jump out

this journey of love

is so exquisite in the sunshine

windows down, my joy in you

is the wind in my hair

but the perfection blinds me like the sun
to the memories of road rash

the darkness can be tranquil
cozy evenings full of warmth
you’re the comfortable silence
the sleeping puppy on my lap
who could rear up to bite me

it’s all so fragile
so unpredictable
but there’s comfort

in the terror

S——— SS te