Going Down?
The doors part.
The box opens,
allowing me entry.
I probe the interior,
slipping in slowly,
pushing all the right buttons.
Peaking to the top,
plunging to the bottom,
again,
and again
I ride.
My insides . . . shudder.
My balance unsure.
My heart giggles with new sensations.
What was this called again?
An elevator?
"Ding!"
-- Rob & Skippy
copyright Skippy / Adrian Smith -- 1999
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