I look back.
Vibration of a V engine,
mechanical thunder,
and my breath catches.
Glimpses of cream colored memories
in apple scented leather,
and my pulse races.
Sly smiles of
cigarettes and sage.
The weight of it presses down.
Lustful mocha colored eyes,
pain and power,
fold my weakened knees.
Bending bruised heart,
reopened wound,
my doubt rebounded.
I stop.
Eyes forward,
chin lifted,
I take my breath back.
Hands open,
back straightened,
my pulse slows.
Muscles tighten,
rib cage is lifted,
my strength returns.
With bruised knees,
and a battered heart,
my fingers stanch the hemorrhage.
I step forward.
