cruising along in our convertible gaiety, robust with certainty and harmonious intentions. you throw your hands up into the wind. my hat flies off. you laugh. I laugh. we laugh, like smug meets comedy meets the revved up engine of our getaway car. and away we go, barreling down the open highway as the moon is an eel’s eye slithering in the darkness. forever ahead of us. a coaxing guide into the labyrinth of folly. lunatics in grandeur, free-bathing in self-directed limelight and our own little world of appreciated chaos.
between your legs, my attendance, my obsession. between mine, your admiration, your arousal. deprived of no generalities and no particulars, we ease into the landscape enticed by the bite of union and harmony. we hold each other accountable. we hold each other in trust. whether bound to each other like tires to the hot summer pavement, or barely hanging on like tires spinning on black ice. our direction is forward, toward and into. despite chaos. despite order. we are willing participants of this greater gravity. you. me. us.
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