is there room
on the back of your bike
for one last ride
is there time for
one last woo hoo
as we peal out of the driveway
my arms
circled around you
leaning into every curve
your left hand
on my leg
claiming me
is there time
for one last ride up the canyon
to see the leaves, golden
winding
our arms outstretched like birds
floating down the canyon
falling
deeper in love
with every ride
is there room
on the back of the bike
for one last ride
tears streaming down my cheeks
high on life and at the top of the world
all leather and lace
I will feel
my arms tight around you
holding on forever
