& i've only ever seen a possum once

(out on the end of a flashlight beam,
as the tree was limned in night)

she says she wishes
we'd made it to
our fourth

i tell her as if
the preceding half year had left no marks
"i thought we did"

my apologies for my passive
"in place of"
passion
but
not for
my patience
nor perimetric proximiscuity

i may play
possum
or even
possum playing roadkill
but i'm completely inept
at giving up completely
because i LOVE
playing in traffic your eyes
deeper than halogen
and your grille
an open invitation
to attempting hot passionate
fusion with your radiator

don't get me started on your bumper
(i look too good
in chrome agony)

there i go
objectifying you again
by just lying there on the road
to keep the asphalt from telling its side

can i be your hood ornament?