Today I had a bout of acute-you shyness one where I try to pretend I don't notice but have you noticed how difficult it is when outside idles but inside there's a race
to views like you leaning side to side on the motorcycle ride slot machine driving my eyes to sly around your slides taking them wide as when I was eighteen I'd look for curves at Southend pier's end give out stares and start to take in scenes of free amusement at the Fun Bump arcade
around and around the circuit you rode I was lapping up your every move sneaking a view through the coin drop peeping behind the pinball of Dr Who prying open the photo booth curtain gap faux testing the mallet with your strength playing air hockey with my thoughts were your short chic bangs a wig?
they sit so still I long for the straights then swing to one side with a leg tight vibrant jeans in hairpin bends ironing out where the centre line is damp polishing the dashing leather saddle vibrating with wrist twist contempt loveliness revving up to red line
exploding in my face with daring this bike crash heart of mine please forgive not stopping staring a race course habit never outgrown
I go too fast and of course I fall in love as bad as deeply madly but the fact that it's with you.. well I have to forgive myself this malady
I'm a side-road heading for a spin on ways to tell you you're beautiful dangerously close I risk self harm imagining that colour of pink and pale the flush u-turn will be a charm
If I can get you climbing off hot and flustered I’ll have done my pit stop job at once a chance encounter and a fateful winning score to let you know you've entered into being my prize draw
I'll walk away but don't be sore it's up to you to take it further but just know one thing more that if you call me to confirm and tell me that I’m worth it I would turn around so fast the world would gearshift and wait but not in neutral for us
Listen to the machines meditate. Touch their buttons and turn them on.
Plug into the charged thoughts of your radio statically in between stations, or the electric fan buzzing its soothing breeze, humming vibrantly against your brain like a relaxing massage from an absent soul.
Movements of the world outside masked in a mechanical bubble of unnatural dreams.
