The engine still running its rhythm and hum out of tune with the random percussion of precipitation on the metal roof and the tuneless screech of worn out wipers.
Illuminated for a moment in brake light red the taxi fare destination of the early hour reveller returning alone unsteady closing stoop of car door slammed with drunken vigour loud farewell
The heavy breathing clung to a cold interior clouding against glass to obscure from the sleeping suburb keeping secret the quiet meeting of first touch reaction as longing builds in blood flow and breath is held as a hostage as are thoughts ransoms to be paid in transactions with out words feelings the currency desire the abductor as reason dies with a kiss. - Ciaran Burke
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