Traffic

He is like traffic stretched out on the high way,
I am the angry sun glistened into his car window,
Laughing at the spite I have caused, as I shine bright.
Unbalanced because I rotate.

I rather be his cloud though,
Hiding from what I see happening.
I don’t mind ruining this.
Distant from it all
Sure it will end with me ass in the air,
But I can stop that theory,
I must show him I care.

Or should I be the car itself,
Speeding,
Racing with thunder until he is will my body.
Caressing me. Enjoying me.

I really want to be the traffic lights,
I want to stop a certain odd feeling,
As soon as I reach and indulge in to him,
I could control it all, meaning my feelings.

The road, created by a frail simple man.
I want to try that out to, leading the way.
Helping him to the direction of my heart.
But the problem is will he stay.

I guess I am stuck being the sun,
Shining bright on his hand as he shakes it waiting for traffic
To go, so he can speed home
I will let him in, because he is my safety blanket.