Your Touch

by Old Bone Machine

I stop at the lights and the sweating starts. It’s late afternoon, thirty degrees. The salt stings my eyes. I’ve got twenty-seven kilometres to ride. There’s weight in my legs but I’m willing the lights to change. I want to ride and feel the air move around me again. From the car in front I hear Your Touch by the Black Keys. The lights change, mercy, and my legs jump to the rhythm and the rhythm drives me home.

well I’ll be good
like I should
waiting is such
misery, I need
your touch, your touch
your touch, your touch
oh lordy, lordy
I got excited now
please rush
I need
your touch, your touch
your touch, your touch

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