We're just warming up the engine.
My hands were still clammy from excitement,
Extradited to the home I left in flight
When I ran so fast I couldn't touch the ground.
Your words now hit me at the speed of sound
And I see your hand against mine at the speed of light,
Scarred around the brown of my eyes
As your familiarity arced warmth around my summer night.
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