Speeding down a highway,
fingers digg into dashboards.
Pedals dent floorboards as tiny
fists pound nails against veins.
Hair mingles with breath, elbows strike
pornographic poses, bodies become
the entire horizon…
illuminates from far away,
a burning orb that blinds
Inhibition, an outstretched hand recoils,
dragging itself back to a dusty pocket.
Reality, only in the mind.
A burnt tongue refuses to speak of it,
can barely cry “good morning.”
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