The Pillion Fish - A Poem

The wild wind is her hair spa,

caresses crazy & carefree;

As she zips along the tarmac,

through my bowl, the world I see;

In a mini-ocean on her vespa,

I swim along in glee;

I worry not, if I shall be back,

I query not, where she ferries me;

We zoom along, as our chutzpah

sets us frivolously free;

She beats the tantalizing track,

a peculiar pillion, on a saffron scooty.

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Surreal : Kylii Sparre