she loves to take it
dangerously close
to destroying knees
in curves not made
for two wheels
to grip the piston pounding
madness machine
below between
aching thighs
and make it a part
of her screaming spine
rubber bleeds
asphalt cries
pumping horizontal
hollering high
and the world spins
pivots around a spot
far back there
over her shoulder
clinging on
closing eyes
to ride it out
Jedi style
for roads
knowing
her last beat
just might be now
she adds some extra
just in case
to savor
what she has
and who she is
to be
in spite of it all
alive
~M~
