Midwest sanctification

familiar place
some future date
Pluto in the seventh 
my toes on the dashboard
you love it 
your hands on my seat
I want it 
cherry-flavored blow my mind 
you're a fractured beauty, didn't even flinch 
when I spoke of the release
when I strung it between my fingers 
looked up to see your face
neon blossom pink repeats
eyes glance out the window 
then revert back to me 
you're glad to finally foster it
so long to mouths and minds 
your love is oil poured out 
you whisper tender things 
I come up with Natal replies
they just come always too late
living here, you've learned to wait
You're good with delays 
even on these short days 
SOS 1:1