Original Sense
by Elizabeth Johnson

1. A winter ride in the back of that cocoon;
2. Through black night, still in frozen miniature
3. All hummed. The grown two voices wrapped like heat
4. And warmed us. Touches, cheeks to arctic window
5. Made outside real and brought the stars of ice;
6. The sprinkled crystals, palpably near and dense.
7. Multifacets; blues or yellows or pinks
8. In flashing hints presented diamonds. Those
9. To nearly pluck as we rode by. Demure,
10. Reflecting, colored more, the dashboard stars
11. Spread their dim constellations too; the silk
12. Of intimate droning sonorous and rich;
13. The key of F, like engines' deep parlance;
14. The fan that circled. Cushioned rolling, curves
15. And turning gave us melody itself,
16. While children; we; were pleasantly alone.
17. Another world detained us briefly; stark
18. Our lover waits out there. Disguised; contrasting
19. Moods as marriages of dark and bright
20. And passion mysteries only intimated.
21. Within, while, soft retained and cared; it winked
22. At brilliant morsels, thrilling promises.