Getaway car

 
My heels clicked on the
industrial terrazzo,
loud enough
to make every
human with a pulse
take a second look
at the indecent amount
of leg below my very
short
skirt

My calculated steps
turned into a barefoot sprint
when the judge denied bond,
half of the handcuff
still dangling on my wrist

Because I had to get away.

Four days in lockup without
the taste of
your tongue fucking mine
was more
than a decent woman could take

and there wasn’t
a damn thing
decent about me

The bailiff yelled “stop”
and my lawyer yelled
“not again”
And I yelled your name
when I flung open
the courthouse doors
in a flashbulb shock
of sunlight
and you

You.

coasted in
sideways so I could
slide across your hood
and slip in your lap
baby, I shifted
when you put it in drive
to ride us like hell-blazers
until the red and blue
lights behind us
made us ditch the car

and we ran half mad,
coyote lust in our fingers
stumbling against trees
until we found an unlocked
van behind a church
and tumbled in;
where you slipped your
hands under my
thin little shirt
and taught me to pray
until you could smell
my pussy leaking
against the
front of
your jeans

and we boiled over the seats
like galloping waves
when the floodlight hit
the windshield
and we burst through
front doors
to jump in
the first running
cop car
we came across
and hauled ass
until my hair
got caught in
the steering wheel

and you ripped us off the road
to get me in the
caged in the
back
seat
and we colored the world
with the red and blue strobe lights
but we fucked up those shocks

you got me away

(baby)

you got me climbing into
your skin as you fucked me
out of my mind
eyes open
trash talking
until your dick
hit my lungs
and I bruised the
back of my head
on the seatbelt buckle

(you got me)

And they caught us
when you
stopped for
ice cream
and slipped your
cold tongue in my
panties on the
hood of your car
while the
good neighborhood
pretended
not to watch

but they did

they did

So I’m taking
calculated steps
eyes on the judge
smile on my lips
as she drops
the charges

But it’s been four days
without your tongue fucking mine
and I kicked off my shoes anyway
to run barefoot through the halls
like the law was
after me,

trying to get back
to you.

You.

catch me
around the waist 
and run your
hands through
my hair
as your tongue
shows my mouth
what your cock
wants to do
and I lean in
to

You.

ready to roll
to asphalt
fields of freedom

Wherever
we’re going
I’m riding
if you’re driving
because
baby
you have
the keys
to

(me)

our getaway car