The feel of sweat
A tear in the seat,
The car an oven.
Palms sweaty,
Faces warm,
Together.
He looks down,
She looks up,
Eyes closed.
He feels her,
Beneath him,
breathing.
She feels him,
Upon her,
Breathe withheld.
He's in love,
moving in the heat.
She's in hate,
still in the cold.
Both lose
Their heads.
But
He lost his heart,
She broke it apart,
All over again. |
Submission Name: Car Seat
