my arms wrapped around your waist
the sun reflecting off silver,
the sun reflecting off silver,
a quiet highway on which to chase
centrifugal force in motion,
centrifugal force in motion,
as you pop the clutch
chest to back, the muffler crack,
chest to back, the muffler crack,
as we hit the open road
low clouds in the mountains
low clouds in the mountains
offer a beautiful view
heading to Catalina,
heading to Catalina,
a first for me and you
the Victory purring loudly,
the Victory purring loudly,
an awesome humming sound
this vibration that I'm feeling
this vibration that I'm feeling
has nothing to do with this run
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License
1 comment:
I like this one...makes me want to get my chopper out....
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