Love Sometimes Comes Screaming
Love sometimes comes screaming, eighty miles an hour
Sometimes so quiet you hardly know it’s there
So we keep one eye open just in case
The heart looking both ways before crossing the street
And still sometimes an eighteen wheeler slams into my cautious heart
And I’m barreling down the road
Heading for the state line
Plans and patterns scattering in the rush of wind
She wears a well-worn Yankees cap
Her soft curls swirling out
Escaping like the press of her boot on the pedal
She turns and her eyes blue and ancient as the sea
Hint of laughter and secrets
She talks of the road and the places she’s seen
Her mouth smiles, quietly remembering
Her face youthful, irrepressible
She turns and melts me with the sound of her voice
Rising and falling, a pebble in her stream
My mind tumbles and drifts with the memory
She had asked for the sugar
She said in the South, iced tea came that way
And I said I remembered
Conversation led her to move closer
And she asked a question
I didn’t know at the time but it was no ordinary question
She only asked it a few times
Once to the old man who taught her to drive and then left her his rig
She asked me now
I answered without hesitation and she became quiet
Something like elation and sadness moved across her face
She described to me then the secret room in my soul
The places I go when I sleep
She said an impossible thing
And I made a single text on my phone and left it with the tip
In the cab of the old Peterbilt we made love across Arizona, Utah and Montana
Tall pines and grand canyons
Stark, white crowned Tetons
Love sometimes comes screaming
With a smile and a moan
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