Ashley

You place your hands on the wheel
Gripping it..
Her and her magnificent beauty overlook this mutants domain.
The flowing golden hair,
And every move meant to strike your senses.
The veins in your temples pulsate from the heat as you stare the intruder down,
You leave a heat grip from the palms of your sweaty hands on the steering wheel.
My senses heighten on the tip of my ears...
Reflexes sharpened and vision enhanced,
My eyes have widened
Adrenaline flows, and music plays
The tense shadow flees in a flurry of doubt
The rush of my power makes me choke,
And eventually my pulse drags back to normal
If I could stop all my problems who do you think I would be?
It is the question that has caught us all
So I bleed the foggy smoke of exhaust from my car,
And go on my way,
There is no need to worry.
Turning on the AC, and feeling the breeze push against my face
I turn down the street with little fallen light
The sound of the music plays on the radio,
Sending me in a wave of convulsions to the past.
Dream on and ever after
Oh the heated days,
And blinding nights
Only the moon puts me in my place
A higher place, where millions look to.
What keeps me alive?
Basketball.
I don't want to say I'm sorry
But my feelings for you are still strong
I want to hold you in my arms, and look in your eyes
And never let you go.
High off this substance, a little something called love.
Love for what some call a game, held high with fundamentals.
That's what takes me high.
Nothing more but a selfless act of words.

Poem by J.A.D. © 2002