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Funny,

maybe not so,

thinking this life erasable.

The sheer delight

of transportation,

does she hear my heart racing?

And I’m dizzy.

And I’m not like the other ones.

I can see the air

move around her,

no;

I can feel it.

Even taste it.

Pleasant windy Sundays;

I’ll ride in the back seat

if she wants.

Biting my tongue,

I buy a little time.

Reviews

[Georgiakevin]

There is so much action in your poem that like your other work that I read made me reread it over and over. There is so much in it to think about. I hope it will be OK to review it again.