Backseat Girl

This is the final version that got published in UVSC's Literary Magazine called Touchstones in Spring 06'. This is for my wife


Gaze at me in the rear view mirror
help him with his dinner.

Will you let me share the back seat all night
I want a back seat girl.

I’ll hold your hand tight,
our fingerprints make love and

you carpet the floor
with that tight pink Roxy shirt.

I know its feeding time,
twenty minutes all we need.

Kiss me good-
the gods will be jealous.

I bury you in “I love you”.
He, in dirty diapers.

Push your pelvis into mine,
magnets attracting.

I see our future,
In the rear view mirror.