Losing
it is i
which
wish and
so do
ask to
see your
scenic
views and
gasp driving
my eyes
and tongue
down your sharp
curves
with no
gardrails
but
suddenly
i slam my
breaks
and drive
back backwards
for did
i pass a
birthmark
or a
mole
left turn
right
breast
best viewed
with the
setting
sun
Copyright © Jeff Connelly | Year Posted 2019
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