a poem by Timothy Gager (2 of 2)

stockings

I pulled the nylons out
of my glove compartment
the ones you rolled off
after that wedding
a year ago.
Your feet
on my dashboard;
those long legs
drove me to the edge
of the road

© by Timothy Gager

 
Gutter Eloquence Magazine ~ Issue #5 ~ September 2009    previous poem