Union

We met on a drawbridge
On Highway 12...
Deep in the heart of California.
It was dark, nearly morn
Hot as hell and clear as heaven.
Two meteorites embracing two more
120 mph between them...
Two tails of metal converging.
Phil Collins singing something about heaven
Our radios in perfect sync...

We breathed together for a few moments.
My veins gave roses
Her skull poetry.
We loved as two poets' gods would,
Grew cold and tired together,
Blood and brains mingling us
Into one,
As no marriage ever could.