Beautiful Rogue

he likes fast cars, the ones with creative edges
and curves that look as if an artist built them
and the feel of a beautiful woman in love with him
he doesn't cheat on purpose
he says he's impulsive
he's a big dreamer
a charmer
always spending yesterday's money 
tomorrow's lack will be overlooked
overdrawn, a bitter honey
he's a runner
more responsibility than one man can handle
he breaks inside for eyes he hasn't glimpsed in years
they color his dreams but he won't change his mind
change rattles around in his pocket
with buckeyes for luck
his roof will leak but he has a car
he can survive in the forest
society is the jungle he fears

beauty adored
logic ignored

poor handsome beautiful rogue
could never see nineteen years
of aching in her eyes
she loved him too much to tell him
he was everything her mama said he was