Tuesday 19 June 2018

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.


Surreal 📷 : Kylii Sparre

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