Confession

You sped over my tracks
without realizing you are not safe
within your steel mechanics-

so I pushed your tires with the
muscles of my lips,
raspberry sizzles that lit up
sparks
until you came to know me
as

patience.

For I will only have skin
smooth as velvet suns
when you slow down and make
a confession.

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Abstract write: 5/12/13 @ 4:53 pm