Trouble licked my toes,
and proposed, a race
of tongue and skin, in
this heated pace.
He leads I follow,
and swallow,
in shallow comprehension
the entire dimension,
of an engine un-cooled.
A crash, a burn, a twist, a turn,
hugging corners of delightful drips
we park, and sip a groan.
The driver honed,
hungry, hard, sped, fed,
into,
my road.
This body drive
This body thrive
This slick we slide,
grip and ride,
this drive, this race, he knows.