On cerulean highway
not punctuated by
traffic lights buildings or biases
I stretched out and reached you
held you captive to my
encompassing passion
wearing each other like
custom made garments
wore each other down
energies enervated
like tattered egos at Abu Gharib
on a night like that
when desire hold out like
toddler’s scuffing feet
to school
alarm goes off on spousal cell

Frank Lisa IndiRa Francesca Roger Platt Cornish Martin

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/alarm-2/