Motorcycle Man

He smells of dust, freedom, and equality,

The past & its circumstances,

Of soft lights and chatty nights,

The unknown & the finally seen.

With his eyes on the road,

His shoulder wide & strong,

My man of warmth, intelligence, and mystery,

Breaking chains, not hearts.

©Milana Vujkov, Motorcycle Man, 2021

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