Speed

By
Christopher J. Thomasson

Blur of motion,
Scenery streaked.
Adrenaline feeds
This rushing speed.
Acceleration,
More, more, more.
Feel the speed,
The gentle vibration
Of asphalt, black.
Ferocious pulsing,
Quivering like a lover,
Who’s pleasure spent.
Two wheels,
A balancing, teetering
Act of skill.
Feel the speed.
Become one
With this velcity.
Take it as
Your own,
Merge with it,
Before the ride
Is over.

The End

Copyright April 2001 by Christopher J. Thomasson

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