The Tom Thumb 500

by

Phil Pochurek

With a kiss
I'm off.
Over and through the tiny cracks
And alley ways
In the palm of your hand.
Around and behind
To the smooth back streets
On the back of your hand.
Across the wrist and up
The long straight away
Of your slender forearm,
To the unpredictable, sometimes
Right angle curve of your elbow.
Trying to stay on the road
On my way past
Your pink cashmere mountains,
And by their valley of no return.
I slowly slide out
And around soft shoulders
On my way to the finish line.
Up the nape of your neck, around
And behind your ear.
Past your checkered flag earings
Through your finish line perfume
And into your heart.
With a kiss.

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