To Be Wild

fire all your guns at once, explode into space…from Born To be Wild (Steppenwolf)

sometimes all I want is
to ride
pillion on a
Harley-Davidson Sportster
with a shirtless Chris
Hemsworth along the Great
Ocean Road, tightening my thighs
on those dangerous corners, stopping
at secluded beaches for swimming
in Speedos, then watching
the sun go down at Port Campbell
between his muscular thighs,
him riding pillion
home in the dark so I can
feel his three-day stubble
rasp the back of my neck