Don’t Go Chasing Ducatis

My crush has a Ducati, and now,

like a stalker, I see Ducatis everywhere.

A Ducati, like my crush, is hard to miss.

The unique circular headlight stands out amongst the traffic.

In a crowded room, my crush will be in the center.

Everyone is awaiting his lead.

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Maneuvering through the lanes, the Ducati

strategically breaks up the traffic, and I follow.

He is covered from head to toe in black.

He is well protected.

Only his bike is exposed.

I can only see him in a crowd.

I’m geared up myself with an all black compact car,

A bucket hat on my head,

and shades that reflect what I see.

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He shows me how to get through traffic,

or maybe he is running away from me.

The thrill is too enticing to stop.

My crush may be the one on that Ducati.

I want to show him, like that Ducati,

I am crazy, sexy, and cool.

I sink the gas pedal lower because, unlike being in a crowd,

I can go fast, and this is my chance to stand out.

Suspicious of a follower, he slows down.

I move into the right lane and drive up next to him.

My windows are down, the crowd and the cars are gone.

He may not be my crush, but he is on a Ducati.

Great minds think alike.

Briefly, we look at each other.

His helmet reflects my car; my shades reflect his helmet.

The way everything pauses, it feels like a dream.

My conscience fights me to be safe for us both.

He zooms forward, and I watch him go.

An extra helmet is on the back of his Ducati, teasing me.

I know I may never catch my crush on a Ducati,

and I know I should stick to the crowd and flow of cars.

But I can’t, because something is missing.

Be it him in my passenger seat,

or me sitting behind him on his,

Ducati.