Unkempt (back of a receipt)

Swirling like a creamsicle,  
I read my own visions   
in her eyes. I find a certain sincerity  
in the way they fit their frames.  
Beauty is common:  
respect has other pre-reqs  
that she's earned.  
She breathes in condensation.  

she looks beautiful as she 
spits me out the door of my car.  
I shift with the condensation.  
 
 
In power windows framed,
an inwardly expansive reality,  
impromptu, inflammatory,  
transitory and unabashed 
is stroked by the brushes
in our own hands.  Primed and white,
she kisses me: not like a whirlpool now,
but like condensation.