Blushing, her hair laid back

Blushing, her hair laid back,
Spilling over the vinyl seat
Falling like so many auburn strands
Of liquid, shining in the passing lane.
Merge, detach, pullover,
Walk twenty miles for water.
None that wasn't already on her lips...
Speaking softly, S, S, S, S, S,
Over and over, in my headroom.
Above the world, still seated,
Buckle, me in.
I'm nothing; I'm just the road.

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