What Were The Names Of The Towns By Michael Ondaatje
What were the names of the towns
we drove into and through
stunned lost
having drunk our way
up vineyards
and then Hot Springs
boiling out the drunkenness
What were the names
I slept through
my head
on your thigh
hundreds of miles
of blackness entering the car
All this
darkness and stars
but now
under the Napa Valley night
a star arch of dashboard
the ripe grape moon
we are together
and I love this muscle
I love this muscle
that tenses
and joins
the accelerator
to my cheek
Summary
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