TEMPTING
The couple crosses the street
between the two white lines
pretending to keep them safe
while I sit in the car waiting,
waiting for them to reach
my hood where beneath
the horn coils for a strike
prompted by my hand
caressing the inside
of the steering wheel.
I feel like a little kid
sneaking up behind someone
and jabbing them in the ribs
as I scream and laugh
when they shudder beneath
my hands, and screams
shriek over my amusement.
I so want to honk the horn
and cry laugh at the couple
crossing hand in hand
only feet away from my car.