Headlights
Cold breath in the air night
In the passenger seat
Midnight meet.
Night.
Standstill
Until
Your heat searing into me,
valves open
blood flows, grows, burns against my
cold hands
on your blazing body
praising, crazing
to ignite with me,
resist
restrict you
me
Brake
I try to be
The one to think clearly
But it is a near miss.
It hit
Smouldering
It lit
Clutch your shoulder
we over and drive
parking the kiss
that makes you win
skid marks on the skin
over and
over
again and
again with the rotor rotating
engine running on
Nothing, now.
And me
yearning
and you
discerning
it’s just
exhausting
returning
and
reversing.
Megan Reece
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