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Logic Spoke My Lips
We drove in twos parted
ways in ones.
One being me and the second I hoped
it would take me to be behind my front door
that night.
And to get there-
me behind my door; you away.
I drank the tension we made for the ride
mixing three parts bitter, one part sugar
until everything worth waiting for, arguing for
dissolved.
And to get there-
two sets of feet stepped
onto black top driveway.
Shoe tips face to face,
the most of us I needed to see.
The double spot-lights
were on my knee-caps.
(I don't know if they touched yours)
A distracting high-beam I spoke to
instead of your eye
I didn't dare to dart at
that night.
And in front of your muffled-to-hum
car,
words pushing an ache at my teeth
dropped between us.
Words that piled off of my tongue.
Words onto my shoes.
(I don't know if they touched yours)
And in my own arms hug,
being where I wanted to be,
logic spoke my lips
an unfamiliar tactic.
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