Motorcycle
She pulls away,
Back strong, a hint
Of ivory shows
Beneath her shirt.
Did you know
She taught herself
To ride, confidant.
A rose on a whirlwind.
Delicate, symmetrically
Perfect in body,
And soul
Such I love.
Yet, when you,
Look her in
The eye, she turns away,
Not sure, enigma.
Silly smile, wise yet
Tentative, what a mother
She will be, so
Many gifts to give.
Pickett fence
In her future,
A Partner in crime,
Mischievous, yet
Solid foundation she offers.
Her name brings forth
The flowers
In the spring,
Blossoming.
Yet when I hear the roar of any
Motorcycle it says to me
The name, that speaks of life
Life re-discovered in me
The ride.
Poet
