Seatbelt Violation

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I lay curled on the floor
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I lay curled on the floor
of his Mercedes

a sleeping dog, a sack
of groceries

and would not raise my head
even into his lap.

He turned left
off the highway, into the whisk

of grasses running along the doors,
the rock and pitch

of driving
a rutted, unpaved road.

When the dash lights went out,
moonlight washed

over the leather
seats, over his dark shirt,

dark jeans. Then he gave me
a command.

I lay listening
to the engine ticking, ticking,

and I thought
I can walk back from here

even naked,
I can find my own way back.

We were quiet
for a while, both very still.

Not once had he touched me
during our drive.

When finally he spoke again, he asked,
and I complied.

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darkmaasdarkmaasover 5 years ago
Sorry I missed this two years ago ...

... but ...

The poem sits uneasily on a knife edge - nothing explicit but a whole world of emotional danger. Well done!

Pleased to meet you.

todski28todski28almost 7 years ago
powerful

the sense of self lost in the command

the non erotic tag takes this to dark places for my mind

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