about the sudden screech of tires
and how it arrives
crashing into the side of a once
sturdy building until it tilts -
just so
the same way his left hand travels
down the right length of her torso
while his right travels up the left
length of her arm
and all she can think of
is the way he plays her chords
sounds emanating from a hollow
watery spot that he is divining
with a only a sigh and a quiver
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