Untitled - February 3, 2002

- Addicted to Speed (They went past the limits again and again!) 

It's a single point in the landscape
that catches our eyes -
slowly meandering across
slick surfaces.

Exquisite silence is felt inside
even as the warm winds
blow across blue skies -
casting pale pink
and dusty rose
as fleshy tones.

The scent of intangible wonder
mixes in with the danger of the moment
as hidden hands find their way
into the hot pockets of flesh
covered by cool leather.

Every touch
serving to notch up the moment
with infinitesimal desire.

As the touch becomes slower,
the desire to speed ahead climbs higher,
until a blinding whiteness
obviates all else,
and all that is important
is the cool touch
of the real rider
of this sleek machine.