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Yesterday while driving home I fell in love with the arm of the driver in front of me. Man or woman I was not sure. It did not matter, though later I would lean more towards thinking it male.
It languished outside its window...Was it waving at me, making long left turn warnings, or just enjoying the breeze I do not know. It made gestures, rested, lounged on the side and top of the car.
It was beautiful, sensual, mysterious.
We travelled together for quite a while, the arm and I. At some time I felt the gaze of the arm's owner in their rear view mirror, then in the side mirror...seeking me.
It made me shy and self-conscious, I may have blushed, I turned towards sky and trees to avoid its burning.
We travelled in a strange bubble of sensuality, enveloping two cars on a road. This fact I refused to confirm to those eyes which seemed to ask over and over 'Is it not so?'.
Instead I kept my eyes vague and soft, moved my lips around the words to the song I was singing along to (did it look like I was speaking?), gave the arm one last warm caress and turned right.