Tulsa Imperative

your momma's failed wheat field

is a good place to lie down together.

three weeks deep into the guts of summer,

we sweat like hogs, and i felt light as a feather.

i saw a disk-like object

reflected in your eye.

and the noise grew louder

as we looked up to the sky.

and the sleek silver body,

headlights along the side.

and the sleek silver body,

headlights all underneath.

i remember the warm air,

blowing in our faces.

i remember the heat

running through me.

there was no one worth telling.

there was nothing we could do.

and i was real quiet as i took the keys from the kitchen table.

i was looking right at you!

and your hand brushed against mine

yeah, and it shook me inside.

all along the night sky

i watched our futures collide.

and the car's new headlights

cut through the darkness.

as the oil dripped silently

to the pavement underneath.

i can remember the warm air

burning our faces.

i remember the heat

running through me.