How good can a rainbow taste
without someone
to taste it with
and compare
notes.
Every time we sit down together
to talk about it we are
twin sided like old coins
in the same pocket and
for every time she wrecks
me there is a time I
pushed so hard she collapsed
and we impasse and I
cry for a mechanism that has given me
more scars than adrenaline, and I
keep at her because I
am so bored with life that
to not continually throw it
to the wind and the pigeons and
every sad whim she is willing to entertain
would be a waste of
the music
Shanice and I can make
together.
So ride.
