Freedom
I felt his hand on my thigh,
My hand caressing the stick shift.
I rammed the shaft into fifth gear and
Finally achieved freeway.
The sun-roof open,
My hair flowed straight up into the wind.
The sunlight gleamed from his smile
And the sound of some testosterone-based
Heavy-metal, brain-numbing, emotion-altering
Paeon to youth and beauty and the American automobile
Screamed in our ears
As we bellowed along with it -
Scaring cattle all along
A 25-mile stretch of asphalt.
I knew that we were cruising
Along a path that led to his bedroom
But I felt secure enough to take my time.
For once, I didn't feel I needed to rush to get there
In case the winds changed.
We climbed along the back road up out of the gorge,
Feeling the smooth kick-out of the car
As I caressed it through the curves,
And landed at the pinnacle at twilight.
Just in time to stand there, at Vista Point,
Feeling his strong arms around me,
As the sun disappeared below the horizon.
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