Come ride with me

Your eyes inspire metaphors,
a poet’s tool of choice
for holding open invisible doors,
enough to hear, believe,
the voice you whisper
on the other side.

Come ride with me,
a long drive will be the best,
and leather seats
will be impressed,
by deep glazed breaths and youthful flesh,
as rhymes, colorful faces,
sighs and kisses,
escape from every lip.