nathan adler
and past masters.
backseat headrests
illuminated by
back-light headlamps and
front bumper headlights.
silhouettes or shadow puppets;
their canvas is my retinas
the light pathway for lost drivers.
they look like two people whispering
or sharing an intimate moment.
close talkers of close words
and merging hearts.
every pure and uncovered body is yours.
a flash of thigh
the speckled covering of velvet hairs,
the observed edge of a forearm
but especially a hand,
but, oh, i know yours well.
no imposter could fool me,
but make a fool of me?
inevitable.
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