Truck Of Dreams

Here it comes,

an 18-wheeler bursting from

a sunset so pink and golden

as to make my eyes tear up and

wonder if they're seeing right.

The trailer, embossed with

drifting clouds, holds a cargo

of coveted things, a mixed bag

of dream topics.

But the cab!

Also embossed with drifting clouds

on the outside of it, while on the inside

sits Son of Fabio, long blonde hair

waving in the teasing breeze,

muscles rippling in his arms

with each of his hot breaths

that fog the windshield,

his skin shining at the sight of me,

his smiling, sparkling blue eyes drink me in...

Oh, Lordy Lord, It's hot in here!

I almost jump when the horn sounds,

and blares, turns into a ringing bell,

and I lean over to shut the alarm clock off.

The truck of dreams drives away

until tonight, at least.

Credit: Diane Crawford