"paul wall drives me home after our sade concert date"& names me his favorite dime. rubs his hands on my jukebox thighs & bobs his head to dj screw along the lake. i lean into the purple of midnight & take his palm to my cheek. suck in the freezing drip of platinum rings. we sail the shore south in a topless whip, my lollipop mouth matching its lacquer. he, my bourbon smooth guide, diamond dipped & dazzling, sips on the slow syrup of evening. grips the wheel & flashes a mouthful of mansion. serenades me with sweetest taboo& turns the car into a quiet southern storm. my hurricane on 44s, eyeing my heart & sweetening my tea. love is a 2004 vixen fantasy and he is my lone star. we glide on chrome, chasing the glisten of cosmos, riding along the asphalt’s bass.————————————–Musu Bangaru called us from Chicago, IL.voicemailpoems.org/submit/facebook.com/voicemailpoemsx.com/voicemailpoemsbsky.app/profile/voicemailpoems.bsky.socialinstagram.com/voicemailpoems