Your hips the road trip
rock skip hip-hop
refrain of the sea
40 years our wild ride, side
by miles sliding by the passing time
on wide open roads
Until here the sand-path ends
in beach plum kingdoms taste
on your lips slipsliding needs
Speeding curves my mind has
the bends brain wave ocean staves
octaves higher and higher
Like rose hips winding trellises
tethered to the crux of you,
communion of the journey's
Madness that heat rises,
your wide-brimmed laughter
at the speed of light
When my whammy bar transmission
went in gale-force winds
we watch the crash the curl
listen now to the metal seas
how you
drive me to distraction
The Sunday Muse
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qbit 
I love “we watch the crash the curl/ listen now to the metal seas”. I think you could fall off a train with a jackknife and end up with something cool scratched into the ties.
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What a wild and wonderful ride Qbit! A journey of a lifetime both in the moment and for life! “Tethered to the crux of you, communion of the journey’s” that says it all! Love this!!
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Thank you so much!!
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A “communion of journeys” is much to be desired!
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‘Wide brimmed laughter at the speed of light’ ~~ how I want to be remembered. This is a gem and whoever inspired it is one beautiful human.
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Thank you so much. I do get the pleasure of her reading these!!!
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Oh those metal seas…What a poem. Love it!
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