On the freeway the car speeds home, <br />And I crumple against you, <br />Tired from the concert <br />And weakened by your desire <br />That gropes deep in my dress <br />For a warm, liquid place - <br />Your finger like a salmon <br />Swimming upstream, <br />Seeking its spawning pool.<br /><br />Lillian Susan Thomas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/against-the-current-4/
