like the distance between
lust and science fiction
pleasure like
a come from behind win
traveling
and sending you the image
that makes mid-life glamour
appealing
hanging a curveball
around your hips
suspending disbelief
like a pair of panties
on a door knob
thinking about how
the pouring rain
is like a train ride
through the dessert
and your kiss
is like the beginning
of a mission
and be all
end all of
this poem