driving

here you are, in my car

so perfectly yourself

so perfectly you

so perfectly

next to me at the wheel,

where I overlap her ghost

and have become

perfectly she.

freedom is indeed

a concise ache for it implies

nothingness & free fall,

driving with no brakes

through the black hole in the

sunset-bleed sky

into the darkening ocean.

I roam the world

over the cliff