Things move in the depths, Strange things, odd things. Things without names Things without form Thoughts Ephemeral Dreams cast upon winds Time drawn in the hollows. Memories. Beauty on two wheels. I rode with him. Arms holding him, Feeling he was mine, Relishing every moment Wind in my hair, Alone with him, On the road. The two of us Together. And then it would end. at my own door. Stepping off the bike. Handing him back His spare helmet. I say "thanks" His beautiful face Smiles at me I melt, If only.. "No problem mate," he says. I smile back. He puts down his visor, That big engine revvs, He turns And is gone Sooner than it takes to write it. And I know soon, Other arms will circle him, On the open road. Arms he will seek For affection and more. And I know I can never have him. And I hide sorrow behind my eyes, As I say Hi To family, Who must not see, A love I cannot tell. And later alone, I weep silently u
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