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I drank one that became four
as the reverb from the house band
forced my neck to twitch
until it progressed into
a calming frequency.

Lured into the air
like a bird on a wire,
I was nestled in your arms
until we ventured inland;
once again, but different
now that four doors existed.

The music played
creating a seductive soundtrack
to our dusk set park n ride,
through tinted glass
glaring off blackness.

The windows were covered
with breathless steam
reflecting nothing
but our immediate extremity.
The music throbbed louder,
yet gentle,
like a reoccurring sequel of
a Donald Sutherland film.

The skyline was glowing faintly
with vague hints of an impending dawn.
The car rocked in motion
as if in sink with the speakers
pulsing in surround sound.
You played my like a kick drum
pounding, yet mild to the touch
openly affected by emotion
in heightened to escalation
you can have me for a song
as the journey much later
came to an end.