long travels
oh, you handsome demon
take your hands off the wheel and sit beside me for a while
your words are slick and foreboding
your notions disguise the stars
your notions disguise the sun
oh, you handsome demon
unbuckle you intuition and lean your chin
towards mine
the weight and sweat of indecision don't do me any justice
I'll make a sweep of starlight in my eyes
and disguise you from myself
oh, you handsome demon
travel incognito with me
in these modes of modern transportation
your unknown notions become mine
-Claudine Woodard
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