The Ride

I push my head out the car window As far as I can reach I’m on a ride Through Beirut Energized Galvanized Oblivious to the walls Of restriction On my soul I lean out futhur My hair wild and free The wind making love to me Caressing me Moving over me Touching me The spirit of Freedom I turn my face upwards Close my eyes tight The music flows over me As I experience Mounting exhilaration My heart pounding The speed of the car Pushing me far Into the wild raging Of my thoughts Moments pass I open my eyes Take in the passing lights High rises The sea Fingers of land Diamond encrusted Stretching out greedily To capture the lights That hover over the water I see I feel I experience I drink it all in Living other realities My thoughts free My dreams unleashed My memories fighting For precedence Words Conversations Faces Crowd my mind I smile deliriously This is my moment of victory Riding the crests of the waves of my spirit Who I was Who I am Who I will be I turn my head back Looking behind Seeing the speeding cars Trying to catch up with me My black hair flowing over Obstructing the view of all else But the headlights That bore into my soul Tunnel vision I smile The wind overpowers me Rushes over the nape of my neck Pushes itself into the back of my blouse Chilled hands that devour Set my thoughts spinning Sensuality reeling I pull my head back in Needing a reprieve I rest my giddy head against the window Giving in The wind rushes to find access Bellowing its frenzy Pushing open my blouse Whipping it out Reaching in Touching my breasts With chilled fingers of pleasure Touching me Moving me Caressing me Mauling me I sigh For a moment I surrender I close my eyes I feel myself rise The feelings inside Demanding expression Wanting to climax in a frenzy Of euphoria I push my upper body out the car window My hands reach out Trying to embrace The illusive wind To pull it in To me My hands dip in and out Diving in wind waves Bursting free Rhythmic dance of ecstasy People in passing cars stare I don’t care About age Or decorum Or custom Or tradition I’m in my element And yet... I know one day I’ll cease to be Tears run down my cheeks The wind brushes them away Flirtatiously whispering “Concentrate on here, now How I make you feel Forget yesterday There may not be a tomorrow This is your moment NOW!” Sweet release I rule the wind Songs burst from my lips Dancing Moving Swaying Unbound Untamed Free…. Me! Eileen Manassian Ghali