On a highway, gentle search lights
— Luxury vans flow in aid. Further uphill
Hauling “rays of light that seethe patently” —
Stolen beauty ...he gives it his way!
He can afford it.

A ray’s lip, your lip, curls in his record performance /
Your opinion or position counts, a worthy argument
Made easier — You take the wheel,
Officer. I’ll hand it to you & have your way —

Then thank him —
There’s due process replicating our facial
Comfort in raw push-pulls...

Touching on other behavior in a wily, rough
Translation (desultorily asexual)...
Brutality extending just to your cheek by jowl on the nth call;
More intuition — “rhymed” with your near-virginity beneath disappearing into

A thrall’s molecular
Effects.