900SS CR and 1098


The Ducati Sisters

My two loves wait, with bated breath,
For me to spend some time with them.
They shudder in my cold garage. One's
Older, but a timeless beauty. How I
Cherish viewing her. Still spry for her
Age, I suppose, I take her out. We dash
And dance, and, when we're done,
I've been delighted. I turn back to look
At her. No other's form can please me so.
While leaving, I remind myself how
Fortunate I am. My second love
Is younger, and she's wild. She's
Practically insane, and, while I'm with
Her, we reach supersonic speeds as we
Traverse the empty prairie. Afterwards,
I'm wholly drained. I gaze at her,
A humbled man, believing I should say
I'm sorry. I'm not skilled enough for her,
But I'll return, we both know that,
And slowly I'll improve.




Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-02-09 at 12:34

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