Wednesday, April 14, 2010

The Car Ride

He's so close
The heat between us - misty
Our breath - - circulates
He peels his thigh from mine
(I hadn't noticed
until now)
Then slowly
let's it
fall
The world is this touch
I swallow the moment
and suck my lip

On the way home
He rides in the front

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