I take you home in the mornings
in my dirty silver car.
With a broken radio,
The chat is very small.
Mostly we look out the windows.
-I never know what to say.
Hours ago our lips were locked
in quite a different way
and our limbs entangled
and our breaths contented sighs.
But the light and heat of the sun
makes us into uncomfortable strangers
with awkward hands.
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