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I used to wait by the curb
Listening from that familiar thrum
At a distance a soft purr at best
The closer the approach, the closer the crescendo
Each time you came to a halt near me
The engine still running
I felt a kinship with your machine
A reflection of my inner whirrings
In that sweet melodic thrum
And each time I settled myself in the saddle
Your machine reassured me
My nervous stirrings were shared
The low hum would work its way up my toes
Through to my fingers as I encircled your waist
It persisted in my bones
With each jolt of the break
With each bump we rode
Somehow your machine got my state of mind
Alive and thrumming and free
The way you made me feel
So well it mirrored my feelings
That I feared if only you listened closely enough
You’d hear all my secrets in those gentle vibrations
Our romance in those days
Had you, me and the shared intimacy of your bike
She has guarded and recorded and retold
My love story a million times today
As you pulled her out of the garage and bid her farewell
I said goodbye to an old friend
Every time you pulled up by that curb
Your machine reassured me the butterflies were real
And somewhere along the roads we rode
That you felt them in your tummy too
She contains in her till this day
The thrumming essence of our love.
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