The Ride--Into the Flame (circa 1986) by MarySusan Williams-Migneault (c) 1987 revised 2008

A Poem by RHP

autobiographical memoir-poem

Every muscle in her belly
strained to hold her steady,
while the energy of his body
leaned into the wind
and drew her into his flame—

The thickness of his fingers
slid her legs nearer to his hips.
The chill of autumn’s air stole her breath
as the steady vibration of the engine
stirred her blood, intoxicated her soul.

As if one with their Harley stallion,
they glided through Essex farmlands,
on Old-New-England country-roads.
Nature’s foreplay teased their senses.
Their metal-steed’s tires kissed
each narrow twist and turn.

“Hang on, darlin..” he warned,
then cut the wheel off-road …

Their bodies banged, bounced up,
then smashed right back down;
their boots found the foot-pegs,
pushed hard and stood straight up.
Her arms locked around his waist,
heart pounded against her chest.

Her breath froze in mid-air, and yet,
from deep inside her gut
she heard herself yell out:

“Don’t stop … Not now … Not ever!”