Motorcycle

Tell me what it is like

To ride down yesterday’s highway

Tell me about the wind

and the movement

of time against space

Tell me about the heat

escaping the asphalt

to your lean body

Or the cold slick rain at night

when all you want is to rest.

Tell me about the forest

and the deserts you have crossed

cracked from the sun

your face and the road

Alone or with a girl

Tell me about her arms

wrapped tight around your torso

her breasts pressed hard

‘gainst your leathered back

Tell me about desire.

Show me what it would be

To twist and bend with the curves

To shoot like a comet

down a straightaway

To press your mouth against mine

Show me what it would be

The engine burning hot

At night when the crickets

have gone to sleep

And the sheets are wet

from our sweat.

Tell me how it would be

To take a ride with you.