Delicately, Yet Bleeding in Her Passenger Seat

I gathered my favourite was either
A drop too much Mongoloid or
A Turkish articulatory delight but
There we were
Three thousand years ago
Slung across the same horse in Asia Minor or
Beneath the Urals
I forget now
I can’t remember what the argument was over but

When it was over I left the east and
Went west and north
I went south
Now reunited

We drive in opposite directions
But
Don’t mistake me
I pray that Galileo’s calculations were sound
That I may shatter my windscreen
Flip my ankles over my head and
My arse over my ankles
To shatter my favourite’s windscreen and
Land delicately, yet bleeding

In her passenger seat