driving. painting fresh powder highway
brushstrokes of tread
light-speed vortex of sky
flakes settle on windshield
laying. mid-day sun
hits face. rooster calls me
awake. warm sun on warm face.
warm face on warm you.
driving again. mad song,
anxious air. calm you.
lost in a box, on pavement
in the small of your neck
almost asleep. down feathers
on bare skin. night laughs
between loving lips-
locked. bodies.
hearts. in Slumber.
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