Ride
A vague memory of gypsy music as a child, swirling tambourines, a sidelong glance, a secret smile, streetlight upon bare skin, warm night wind upon the face, a head out a car window, hair streaming like a wild thing, emerging from a dark tunnel into the full moonlight, speeding, breathing, laughing, riding.

Control
Carefully spoken words, perfect plans, shoes worn too tight, lips painted every hour, a prisoner in tight flesh, trying to grasp the world with two tiny hands, pale wrists, a sudden intake of breath, a heart beating down a mind’s locked door, forbidden release, to just let go, the freedom of giving up... control.