Rolavine
Well-known member
A warm and cloudy ride home along the back roads.
My heart is open and all that sprit of low traffic place goes rolling through my chest like some working cold fusion experiment.
Corners taken, not fast, but perfect, stately, weightless.
I am nowhere but fully aware.
My legs end at the gas tank.
My toes whirl around in that motor like the devils own rubber bands.
I realize no us and them in the bike and me, and the spell is broken.
Still, it has been a long time since I've felt this connected to anything, and through that thing to everything.
A thing so perfect that I don't have to sit on the side of it wearing the burden of critic.
A thing that simply disappears, melting into everything.
My bike, my friend, my lover.
I know it is only a machine, just like the universe, but both are worthy of my small reverence.
Hey, what can I say, I'm in love and I just can't help myself!
My heart is open and all that sprit of low traffic place goes rolling through my chest like some working cold fusion experiment.
Corners taken, not fast, but perfect, stately, weightless.
I am nowhere but fully aware.
My legs end at the gas tank.
My toes whirl around in that motor like the devils own rubber bands.
I realize no us and them in the bike and me, and the spell is broken.
Still, it has been a long time since I've felt this connected to anything, and through that thing to everything.
A thing so perfect that I don't have to sit on the side of it wearing the burden of critic.
A thing that simply disappears, melting into everything.
My bike, my friend, my lover.
I know it is only a machine, just like the universe, but both are worthy of my small reverence.
Hey, what can I say, I'm in love and I just can't help myself!
