let’s take a chance
who’ll ever know
they’re all busy
shining brass halos
worshipping unused wings
to run careless hands
‘round well banked curves
and nibble your neck
sets the trick of the truth
free
we laugh
at their self-inflicted hell
as i flick my wild tongue
down the small of your back,
stroke that soft spot
with nervous fingers
and calloused palms
eggshell cracks
drowning in wet fire
interlocking, we travel
forbidden highways
not even noticing
the roadside’s view
idly purring
you lean down
embracing
my speed-shifter
first…
powerglide
second…
double clutch
overdrive!…
lube oil boils
engine screams
loud painful siren
of pleasure
welcome sweet climax
throttle wide open
let danger flow and
never look back
Great Lakes, Illinois
‘84
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