In The Fast Lane

cobalt frame
attracts
souped up shades
in hypnotic hues
pulling metal
from cords
of blue...

ligatures down
driving need
shifts ...
hearts speed
like jaguars

rims to road
recklessness propels
moist motion
delving deep
fast and furious
stroking stick
shift to petal
while motors
rock in rhythm

quickness
lingers long
enough
to charge
the engines