lust trumps danger

lust trumps danger
in between the lips and the lines
where i make my way recklessly
along your hairpin curves
full throttle, full frontal
everything is elemental

cheers from the cheap seats
as we let our thoughts hang
like anatomy
over edges and bridges
that sigh

we tear through tunnels
organs of admittance
tickets to the show
a breath, a wish, a song
a blade that cuts both ways
at the same timephoto by bandita – http://www.flickr.com/photos/cosmic_bandita/