muddy tunnel.

Between two headrests, standing tall

Lies a tunnel.

Mercedes is smiling. Disney-pearly-white,

a bendy, busty, blonde.

Apparently.

Windows do not keep secrets –

you smile straight back.

“Tickets Please!! A slight flinch, maybe?

But the laptop still beams out a teasing glint.

My eyes fall upon your index finger,

as it circles around your cherry chin.

Lick your lips and crane in closer,

then tear away your eyes

for,

just,

maybe…

Three seconds

…of private possibilities.

But falsetto chirps and plastic trembles,

prick and screech.

Through corduroy trousers

Reality Intervenes.

“Baby, yeah, I will be back for seven,

and yeah, I’ll grab some bread.”