On cerulean highway <br />not punctuated by <br />traffic lights buildings or biases <br />I stretched out and reached you <br />held you captive to my <br />encompassing passion <br />wearing each other like <br />custom made garments <br />wore each other down <br />energies enervated <br />like tattered egos at Abu Gharib <br />on a night like that <br />when desire hold out like <br />toddler’s scuffing feet <br />to school <br />alarm goes off on spousal cell<br /><br />Frank Lisa IndiRa Francesca Roger Platt Cornish Martin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/alarm-2/
