she rises to jump on the only man she loves...his purple sleek frame with that golden yellow that proudly displays his name.
Gently making sure he's ready for her legs, she places her self on his saddle and did the only thing she knew how to do, ride!
Threw the parks of hyde, she finds herself out of place in these parts but with him beneath her she brushes it off.
Dodging the meat heads on four wheels, turning with such sly ways down an alley way she appears.
And for that one moment, silence.
From the newly placed condos and eager drooling eyes of the animals that use jack hammers to strip away the class.
They were all gone.
Golden vibrant leaves splashed in front and kissed her face.
She was home.
That is until the brutal sound of an engine behind her started reviving it's testosterone levels.
Making sure that she was to hear their dis-taste in her ability to get where she was going with her two legs and heart.
Pay no attention young one, you belong here just as anybody else.
.....
Just you, Algar, and The Road.
We Live in Paradise
We sat with our eyes feasting on the city that we owned.
Nothing more should ever be said between the two, except the silent hissing of the wind and the stinging sensations of the sprinkler system the city controls.
pushing on the pedals.
strain...passion...a fight!
my veins are starting to pulsate with blood again, bold pumping blood.
I am starting to function, in the unremarkable way .
Image : The New York Public Library
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