by Glen Sadley

Created on: February 25, 2007   Last Updated: May 14, 2007

Icy kisses of the wind
On tender skin of my neck
My hair; violent, torment.
Slicing the blackness
Clear jagged shivers through my spine
Down my legs
To my fingertips
Electric flashes
In the frozen dark
Thin, summer dress
Just enough, under my leather.
And bare legs
Wrapped around
His dark form
The engine revving
At throbbing red stoplight
Intense, soothing fire pouring
Into our minds
Behind our eyes
Changing us,
Taunting us
Is our only light.
The frightened moon
Hiding in its sheath
Of black wool clouds
Is less than craved.
By two strangers
In a world, foreign;
Unknown.
Alone.
In perverted night
Whose hands grope
Heated, cooling bodies
In the total blackness.
We ride on
Unmistakable yet,
Unidentifiable
Highways.

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