Fantasy on a Late Suburban Afternoon

The Sun is sinking lower onto the horizon

Sending late rays of light straight in

Underneath the protection of the windshield visor

When I am stopped, once again, in the left turn lane

In front of me, there is a Toyota Corolla

Magenta, purple, deep red, just washed

And a flash of sunlight off the sideview mirror

Catches my eye, still waiting for the green light

I see a flash of long light brown hair while I look

Still turning my head, I see soft brown eyes

In the Corolla’s rearview mirror and a lipstick

That matches the car being applied to lovely lips

Using all the psychic energy at my command

Feeling the power inside thrilling me, pushing me

I send a burst of lust ahead to those mirrors

Hoping for a lucky bounce but the light turns green