Love is a grease stained rag,
swept into the corner of a timeless state of mind.

Blind to all thoughts and feelings of helplessness
left behind in our daily lives
we find our true calling alone in a place where
perfection is our own to decide.

Where creativity is cultivated
as dreams climax
and for once actually become reality.

Where the soul flows from the body
onto the rough dirty edges of imperfection
that we strive to drive from our minds
Creating a kind of two wheeled conception on life.

Shaking,
sputtering,
rumbling,
and reverberating,
down to the deepest part of our subconscious.

A** on the seat,
hands on the bars,
and our eyes on the future,
love comes to life.

No longer the stain on a rag,
love now becomes the sweet rumble of
power within ourselves.