The wind screamed in my ears

or, was it my own screams,

I heard?

 

“Do you remember?” she cried

“The last time…”

 

The car swerved from left to right

while I,

hung from my fingertips

over the precipice,

 

Images of James Dean

flashed through my head

as the turn neared, and my end

became,

 

She just threw her head back

in the ecstasy of having attained

her climax,

while I, lay there just

as the energy seeped away,

 

I never ever knew

where the road was leading us

when she

was in the driver’s seat…..

 

 

 

 

 

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