[Note: I'm working a holiday job with very long hours, so I don't have much time to comment except on weekends. But since I write poetry in my head all day, I'll keep posting. I'll be back on track after the first of the year. Happy holidays, and thanks for your support and encouragement. Dawn]

Bumping,
bruising
test of endurance –
I picture us
driving twin
beat-up rattletraps,
outdated,
outmoded,
outdone
by life’s eternal,
infernal
highway of regret,
so accustomed
to the road rage age
we forget
to notice
each other.

And then
something happens,
and it’s as if
I see you
for the first time
and you see me
as I really am.
Simultaneously
we shift to a
higher gear.

Cruising
carefree,
comfortably –
I picture us
driving twin
compact cars,
economical
but high-performing,
top of their class,
and we trade
smiles and
thoughts behind
the smiles
from side-by-side
lanes, moving
slowly but
with momentum
together.

And then
something happens,
and it’s as if
I see you
for the first time
and you see me
as I really am.
Simultaneously
we shift to a
higher gear.

Falling
fast, not down
but forward –
I picture us
driving twin
Jaguar XJ220s,
racing green,
shooting
the straightaway
like stars,
flash of
speed
and
power,
all thrust
and throttle.

And then
something happens,
and it’s as if
I see you
for the first time
and you see me
as I really am.
Simultaneously
we shift to a
higher gear.

Circling
in elliptical
cycles –
I picture us
driving twin
souped-up
stock cars,
different numbers,
different colors,
what’s inside
one and same.
Exhilarated,
we take
the turns,
edging each
other slightly,
playfully,
all energy
and excitement,
revving
our engines
at the finish.

And then
something happens,
and it’s as if
I see you
for the first time
and you see me
as I really am.
Simultaneously
we shift to a
higher gear.

Soaring
so smoothly
we forget
who we are
and where we are –
I picture us
driving twin
time machines,
caught up
by a wondrous wind,
on a magic carpet ride
through dreams
long held and
those unimagined.
We glide
effortlessly,
transported
into realms
of revelation
and back again.

And then
something happens,
and it’s as if
I see you
for the first time
and you see me
as I really am.
Simultaneously
we shift to a
higher gear.

Collapsing,
unfolding,
we are
like two stars
converging
into a single light
and then
exploding
into a supernova – 
I picture us
driving twin
galactic symphonies
of light
to kaleidoscopic effect,
re-enacting
a performance
of perfect peace,
contributing
to a universal
shift
into love.