love like a motorcycle ride

my love, it’s like a motorcycle ride
i can’t help
but feel it rumbling 
inside myself

as you hold on 
tightly
to the abstract of gravity
pulling you down
into my seat

holding on
to everything you hold dear
but mostly
to your life

my love can be loud
it can be deafeningly loud
it can be exhausting
it can ride all night
or idle in place

but it also p u r r s
& hums & rumbles inside
tires screeching
with delight

it crackles 
it p o p s
occasionally it stops
no whisper 
no warning

you’re meant to keep up with it
[ with my love ]
it cannot keep time
with you

for that is not it’s purpose
it’s meant to
take you
to wrap you up
in an experience so fulfilling
so invigorating

that you live
only here
only now
only in flow

my love is a vehicle
meant to transport
us above ourselves 

it’s fast
because it’s harder to go slow
but that’s nothing 
that a little training 
wouldn’t help

my love, it’s like a motorcycle ride
you might not have 
the taste for it
you might not vibe

& there’s always a chance
it will get chilly
when i pause
to refuel
but that’s the business of
the wilds roads
we took to get here

i never expected everyone
to love this ride
that’s why 
i only have o n e s e a t
i can only accommodate 
f o u r f e e t

this ride is not
for everyone
in fact
it’s mostly for me