A poem for my neighbour


Motorbike Heaven



I saw my neighbour,
This Sunday morn,
Kneeling lovingly
Before his bike.
Washing every crevice
Of his sparkling
Chrome beast,
Smiling as he
Cared for it.

His devotion
To cycle,
His 1200cc God.


I wanted him to
Wash me,
The way
He washed
His bike.

I thought
He'd finished
As he rose,
But then,
He knelt down

Again,

And started
On the spokes.
One last touch.

He walked away,
And then turned
To gaze at it,
All the way
Up the steps.

This was
No ordinary love.



























































Poetry by Esti D-G
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Written on 2006-01-11 at 11:14

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penfold18
Yes I like this but then I would as I'm a biker myself and can associate with this, well done Esti :-))
2006-01-11