Tuesday, 10 December 2013

Wild and Free

Her hair loose in the wind, wild and free.
With top down speeds and open sky night,
warm summer sweat between seat and me,
mapping our lives in broken line light.

With top down speeds in open sky night,
we don't talk, we just want to drive.
Mapping our lives with broken line light,
feeling, not touching, senses alive.

We don't talk, we just want to drive.
Warm summer sweat between her and me.
Feeling, not touching, our senses alive.
She's loose in the wind, wild and free.

2 comments:

  1. I am so impressed! A great poem and in the pantoum form. "...feeling, not touching, senses alive." Love this. Thank you. xoA

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    1. Thanks Annis. It was fun to put together.

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