Of Weekend Pleasures

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In the empty hours of a cloudy, weekend morning,

when the bitter freshness of a reluctant winter

bites at bare skin, and bones slowly absorb

the cold through a black leather shield,

barely restrained vibrations tremble through the body,

you hold your breath with the lean into the curve,

and emerge with a rush as the throttle opens up

through the bend into a swiftly approaching horizon
along a dotted line of white that merges as one…