We hurtle through space on two wheels,
Treads gripping meandering road,
Tearing through green meadow seas
and roadside trash reefs.
Our beating hearts are an engine;
Our blood cells zing on gasoline.
My arms around you,
I’m tethered to your body.
The wind tugs at me with
the grim resolve of an executioner
But I won’t let go of you.
I’m ride or die.