She is fast on the errand
so fast
round corners, sun, stars
milky way beating
upon our laps
black steel and tight pants
slight blue this moon
a glow
whipped centrifugals
our lean
unfasten before parking
drive till you
can not bare my left hand
causing
your-down-shift
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