- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Swerve
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"Parting is all we know Of Heaven, and all we need of Hell." ~ Emily Dickinson
I dreamt of cars in fast lanes.
Blurs of lighted hue careering,
slashing the night sky apart.
I saw your face.
Illumined by each streetlamp,
the steering wheel veered sharply left.
I wanted to run into you.
Over you, around you, through you,
I would toss you into the air.
You would be a broken ball, deflated.
I wanted to flatten your curves
into the expressway islands like grime.
I raced as a red Diablo.
Screaming tyres burnt into you,
tracks and skidrows crisscrossing black plaid.
I could see no more.
The wipers went dead in the rain.
I lost focus of your face.
I lost you somewhere along my last exit.
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