behind hood and dashboard
his mind with hers
still rested in the ninth house,
blacktop travelling at interstate speed,
control firm,
music loud not slight,
with a long sigh pressed her head against
him,
often as companions traveled
now had a quest,
possessions as much as they where
poured into the trunk to be sorted on
arrival,
unwind as you will from society,
be bold in the colors
your heart has started to wear,
those who are skeptical
will not understand,
that beyond that frontal lobe threshold
lies a dense form
filled with thought and the saturate
of free will,
no alexander sword could cut
the feeling
each blow opposed,
red paint reflects those horses and riders
galloping along side with defined stride,
the future lies in the echoes
of the smile
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