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Dark Drive,
No Passengers
by John E.
HIS HEAVY FOOT gets us nowhere fast
but when we cruise we're there, smooth
music playing through premium speakers, rocking
us towards that deserted stretch of road, tempting
us, headlights off, the heat of your hands
sculpting the wheel into a mobius strip arms
endless as the blackout, my gas pedal foot steady
we drive together without sight, by feel
and drifting to the dirt recover long
enough to close our eyes and kiss
once through dark travelling, handled
easily like a hot cigarette lighter glowing
twist the knob till the music screams
familiar as this dark becomes we are still driven
to consider unlidding the dark eyes, but don't, anxious
still to see how far we can push
this trip before we become nervous
enough to illuminate our road, or conspire
together through unreasoning need to floor it
while our hearts pick up the beat of a new music
confident, and dangerously bright
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