paul weinman
motorcycle II
You scared me. But I liked it.
i remember sitting in front
on my motorcycle. i think
my gut clenched as you held my waist
and i felt the pulling of our bodies
together in our leathered heat
and i gasped with the touching
knowing i couldn't have done it
with words, with ways of saying
and it felt good, my knees
squeezing my machine
you scared me. i clenched
my throttle to control
this speeding into the dark
that frightening area
where my wants to roar
but leaves me speechless.
