wild as the air.
whipping through the moonlight and the tiny hairs on the back of your neck.
caressing knuckles. kissing bumpers.
wild as a whip on a sunny day.
slashing tires and touching backs.
breathing wet lips and squelching mad hatters.
gold lamee ribbons tickle the trees
till they giggle into a gaggle of geese.
cling to me.
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