201 – Riding

Two drops
Fall silently
In he ocean.

Two lines
Extend forever
Into darkness.

Two leaves
Float downstream,
Never touching.

Two empty hands.

Two willing mouths.

Two longing gazes.

Two wanting bodies.

Passing by
Each other
Like road signs
In the night.

Too slow
Not to see them.

Too fast
To actually read them.

Distant mountains
Coming into focus
With the first light.

Distant city lights
Bringing the promise
Of sweet rest.

Distant memories
Bringing back pain
With every lover.

Distant voices.

Empty highways.

Furtive tears
Riding the sound
Of two-wheeled

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