Tuesday, November 19, 2013

Motorcycle Glimmer in the Night

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Embracing my two wheels so tight,
I slay the empty miles long,
Inside my helmet, into the night,
Riding alone, my own song.

Rolling the throttle,
Nudging the shifter,
Squeezing the clutch,
Snug in my leather.

You don't know me.
You don't own me.
I am a ghost, a whisper,
A glisten, a shimmer,
A glimmer in the night,
A hot dash of light.
I am gone, untouchable,
Infinite, surreal,
I ride. . .

Rolling the throttle,
Nudging the shifter,
Squeezing the clutch,
Snug in my leather.



(Thank you for the photo ~ credit Sam Katz)

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About Sash


People call me "Sash" because I'm a former beauty queen in my old home town. My father used to ride in an MC which got me interested in the culture. After my last divorce I said "goodbye" to Susie Homemaker and became the rude biker chick I always felt inside. (Read more...)