Quiver of skin
remembering
taking you
home
under a rainstorm
windshield wipers swishing
your warm lips on my neck
in the backseat of my mind
the feel of you
peppering me with the pain of pleasure
missing you now
in an open field
car stuck in mud
years compressed
leather of my boots
still shining
the lightning you struck.
Published in Black Lantern Publishing- November 2009
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