two hands free
using knee to steer
clear of reckless oncomers
we got enough to handle
radio volume
gear shift grind
zip quick fingers, listen.
light is green,
just give me some direction baby
hold that chin steady to the spot
signal
your
intention
love is like that
sometimes you just leave the door open
it shouldn't make you soft, no
polymer strength, flexibility
twisted strands
like fingers held together
two hands free
one for you, baby,
one for me
waiting for the wire
and the pull of the string.
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