102308

Accident prone,
Our backs arch forward, eager to meet
Crashing full force together
Wreckage spilling
Out into the street

Glass glinting broken
Red savannah glare
Catching light reflected back at me
Illuminated stare

And with each intersection I find you
Meeting at the crossroads and every crux
Decisions of space and moments determine
Split second outcomes between us

Leaving, always dissatisfied
Wary of disaster, but rearing forward all in a rush
Feeling your breath on my skin as you pass
Just close enough to touch