Falling in Love Fifties Style

You're wearing that black polo neck
and your Rhett Butler attitude,
driving with the top down
looking up at the sky with a smile
[that is like hooks in my eyes.]
I try my Marilyn impression
over imaginary vents that breathe something wild
with pouting lips
[and beauty marks that aren't real.]
The road stretches endless,
you place your hand on the back of my chair
white lines disappear beneath us
[as we're speeding into cine-scope love.]
We check into Motel 7 on this highway
leave the television on
[set to cooking shows and as-seen-on-TV adverts,
we soak in porcelain tubs perched on silver feet]
there are no secrets to hide here.

Kiss my shoulders
and we'll shed movie-star glam
for
this:

Fingers tracing the small of my back
drawing out the breaths that bring me closer
to skin peeled onto skin
your chest pressed to my back,
turn me to face you
you'll see:

I have always been
yours.