Your Dark Dimples

Are like little lanterns in the
Moonlight, glimmering. The outline of your face an
Iridescent blinking. I clutch the wheel,
Our fingers locked, this morning’s recollection a reflection in the mirrors as we pass.
The flickers pass, the dark streets outside the
Window sounds of airplanes, your voice exclaims excited, the
Hot air the glass is rolled down I change
The music drowns the outside from the inside the sheets
My fingers locked inside of yours I bite my lip exhale slowly and
Push the accelerator to the floor and listen to the purr.

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