the seatbelt strap and my stomach
make themselves more than friends
as hidden hills take hold of my heart
wringing the rush like water from rag
dripping adrenaline through my frame
triggering my train of tousled thought
causing the questions to commence
of whether the ride has been repeated
or only the feelings familiarly thrust forth.
Monday, November 22, 2010
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