in
this mystery
you are fast
fast as the bonneville
salt flats, but with
so many more curves
you are taking romance
with lips that bend around
words like they are nuances
on a fortune cookie
there are no questions
only moral dilemmas
and they are like a storm
coming off the ocean
off the west coast
of a Caribbean island
there is the romance
you walk away from
and there is the torrid intrigue
you fall into like rhythm
that takes you to pleasure
that takes chances
that doesn’t hid behind
a pet weakness for desire
the desire to have it all
but not to offer up anything
in this mystery