I revv down the winding mountainside as my machine’s purposefully crafted chassis compliments the sharp turns and alternating speeds. The noon winds ride beside me as they take me into their soft and strong arms, like a companion in the ring, light as the clouds but hefty like velvet. I breathe in deep lungfuls of air as I pick up speed. I’m spiraling down the path, each turn more treacherous than the last, but I’m in control and anticipate every move. There is no one ahead or behind me. The way is mine.
Somewhere in the distance, I know you’re there, watching as I wind down the side of the mountain. I catch the faintest hint of cologne in the air, it smells like deep waters, like the dark ocean ahead. I smell mint and sea water. You beckon for me, smoky ghost hands outstretched in the clear cerulean sky above, certain and inevitable.
I’ve been hard on myself. I’ve bypassed my choices with fleeting glances. I’ve refused myself. I want to be free. I should let you love me.