Love Is an Engine
and when we have run to our last
spark and explosion, no more
cat’s eyes glinting ahead, all corners
orbited like suns and we
their whirling daughters,
when the roar of the road has shushed
to a purr and the lights burn
green/gold/red/out, scorch me through
with the chrome of your tongue. If only
a single memory remains, let it be
our heat making satin from asphalt.
spark and explosion, no more
cat’s eyes glinting ahead, all corners
orbited like suns and we
their whirling daughters,
when the roar of the road has shushed
to a purr and the lights burn
green/gold/red/out, scorch me through
with the chrome of your tongue. If only
a single memory remains, let it be
our heat making satin from asphalt.
May Chong is a Malaysian poet/speculative writer aiming to tackle the heart and tickle the soul. Her work has been featured in Strange Horizons, Anathema Magazine, Bending Genres and Channel. Away from the keyboard, she enjoys birdwatching, video game shenanigans, and terrible, terrible puns.
Art: Yuno Shiota,『祈り』Inori Prayer, 185 cm × 185 cm, oil, acrylic, and oil pastel on paper, 3.4.2022