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Click hereThe last time she'd done this
cars were like boats and
backseats like couches, she was
lithe and limber and
unbothered by prying eyes, but
cars had shrunk like her
expectations and her limbs were
locked and loaded with
children, stress, frustration, a
sclerotic marriage, so it took
several tentative thrusts before her
juices finally flowed and her
senses decoupled enough for her to
lift her complaining hips and
accept the limitations of a
younger man's car.
the comment of the previous commenter;) I especially liked the "locked and loaded" phrase. Comparing her to a shotgun ready to burst forth is really good writing! I always enjoy your poetry as it gets better with each posting! I am glad I stopped in today.
~ maria
you manage to capture the humanity and the sexuality in this piece, nicely constructed as all of yours are,
you out line the memory and tie it together well with the present and reality.