SoulSister Love...
Amy flew up on her motorcycle.Wings beating in time with North Dakota gusts
and SoulSister love.
I open the door.
Amy stands on my back step
decked out in in chaps and a riding jacket.
"Man I flew!"
We fly into a SoulSister hug,
Holding on
because it has been to long.
We eat and drink and
drink and sing and sing
and dance.
The beautiful time flies
too fast to look back.
We are flying forward-
on the black-inked wings
of the tattoo on Amy's back.
And there is only tomorrow
and tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow
we fly-
staight at the implausible
made possible
by the flight
of SoulSister love.
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