michaelsparkle

A gentle vibration from inside my leather jacket:
she's calling me in the small hour of the night.
stranded somewhere, no one else to call but me.
"I'll be there in minutes" and the guzzi roars to life.

My best friend on the back of my bike as
we glide gently through the summer night.
Her hands hold tight to my legs and we take the long way home.