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It’s something electronic
Something erotic
Driving with a relaxed and very brave face
It’s the edge of the night in summer
Late sunlight versus approaching dark
Warm air
Rolling for a park
Rolling
Door open and out
Stand by the car and look at the sky
Mental preparation for social engagement
Golden clouds against a dark velvet sky
– Hey.
Turn around
– I just got here, parked.
Staring at you and everything you mean
There’s something dangerous there
Something tempting like poison
The childish instinct to put a hand where it doesn’t belong
Walking by your side
One hand on my heart
The other on my sword hilt
I want to taste you
I want to fight you
Put those thoughts to bed there and wait your turn
My steps like a horse prancing in the night
The social strut of a group of friends
Chatter
Jeans
Smokes
Movie tickets
I look at you looking at them
I look at them
Look at the sky that’s finally black
Dotted with swaying stars
One for every question I have for you