To Gladly Drown

i drive a Saturn
but it's Venus who drives me
when every action is for my woman
and her smell crowds aside all thoughts in my head
her hands the scales on which i weigh decisions
and her ribs the vault that guards my treasure
her skin my appetizer, main course, and dessert
and her eyes
O!
gods
her
E
Y
E
S
like twin ponds beckoning, begging, pleading
to lose me in their depths
and i answer:
gladly