Burb Kiss

There in suburbia

space is bigger

so walking between

cars in the expensive

healthy food store

parking lot seems oddly

forced by the tight rows

of spatial efficiency

a man of practiced

unnoticability sits

idling in his nearly

invisible suburban

car looking more

and more nervous

as I pass between

the rows of cars

toward him

a couple of rows

of anticipation

bringing us closer

there will be mere inches

when I pass his car door

with my shopping bags

heading to my trusty

metal steed.

What if I turn on

my heals fling open

his car door

and kiss him

really, really kiss him

and look very deeply

into him holding

his gaze so he sees

that he has been seen

his channel locks

starting to spring open

then suddenly

I am in my own

innocuous gold sedan

catching the green light

out of there

just barely escaping

all that is suburban