Silence blets the heart.
The soul galumphs, dragging you
into life's outro.
Inspired by a ride on a very fast bike...
wafts of smoke and apples
custard, autumn, damp, decay
forgotten roses over blown
black berries blet away
rubber hot on tarmac
methane, lactose, chips and fires
smears of leaves of shedding trees
made ghosts beneath his tyres
the thrust, the thrill, the shuddering
sensation of vibration
illegal speed, adrenaline
such dangerous elation
accelerating recklessness
in swerve, in weave, in chase
catching breath and missing beats
defying time and space
the fear of death, of love, of life
a shadow's blink, a distant call
my lover has a nose for speed
and I am in my lover's thrall
what madness is this motorbike
this dark and risky wild delight
unworldly joy, insanity
mortality in flight
by Gail