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SPIRIT
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since 2002-12-29
Posts 1745
California Desert

0 posted 2002-12-30 11:25 AM



THE FOOL

I experienced,
For the second time
In as many days,
An unrecognizable feeling.
In a heartbeat I knew,
Without even turning around,
That you had entered the cafe.
Such an unbelievably
Strange sensation,
I reacted in this same manner
When I had seen you,
For the first time,
As you had arrived
In our small community,
Sitting astride
One of the largest Harley's
I had ever seen.
That surely has to be
An amazingly
Over-powering, contrivance
Of mans' ingenuity, genius
And unabashed mechanical skills.
Enormously impressive though,
That as big as the 'hog' was,
You completely empowered it.
You sat it, as if,
You and the bike
Had an ongoing, close relationship.
As if you and machinery
Had melded, become one.
The control that you, obviously,
Exercised over it was apparent,
Even to me, and I was one
Who was never impressed,
By motor bikes,
Let alone their riders.
There was an excitement
In observing you.
How disconcerting,
When you came into the cafe.
But regardless,
I, the owner of said cafe,
Opted to wait on you.
Talk about being flustered.
Fortunately, I managed,
Without making a complete
And utter fool of myself.
I couldn't help but notice
The large band of gold
Prevalent, on your left hand.
That did not stop my somewhat
Demonic thoughts about you.
The dazzling chrome on your bike
Reflected the sun,
Through the glass.
I pulled down the shades slightly
To stop the blinding glare.
How much more noticeable
That made your features.
You looked so young,
So virile, in spite of
Obviously premature
Touches of gray
In your hair and beard.
Your face had such
A strength of character
Etched in it, a cragginess
That was very sexy, that spoke
Of a masculinity
That knew no boundaries,
Or fears.
It was rugged,
So strong,
All that I craved to have,
All that I had never had.
My silliness was amusing,
Yet it taunted me.
I had to go to the ladies room
To give myself a reality check.
As I peered at myself,
In the cracked mirror
That hung,
Somewhat crookedly
Over the washbasins,
The truth slapped me
Very hard and cruelly
I was old enough
To be your mother,
If I had, had you,
Somewhat    
LATE IN LIFE.


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neveah5
Member
since 2002-11-22
Posts 197
Ohio
1 posted 2002-12-30 11:49 AM


This is an interesting story
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