Harley, made with love;
spiff smoke, bliss of a hell ride
- just some gasoline 'til we catch on speed
again
to get greedy for numbers, my joker and me
again
her ***** she is acing, played sleeplessly
which is when we made two, out and ******* noise
have kissed your blessed rubber face
gracefully rubbing, never tired
joy bites by bite all galaxies' dusts
night-wise, blown through, lights out so soon
together, psychonaut tin can angels fallen
crashed side by side
chained noozle to nose
indivisible.