The phoenix rises
from the ash of the bone-fire
clothed in blood and flames.
In dawn's light she stands
naked yet wrapped in power:
wakened by love's gift.
On a related note - Largo on motorbiking:
Temperature - normal;
Fuel - adequate; Road - dry, clear;
Speed - excessive! Woot!
Piro on motorbiking
"Am I hurting her?
She howls as though she's in pain!
Fuck it! Need more speed!"
(because biking is no time for second thoughts and Piro is a practical guy)
These came to me today, whilst out on the 'bike. 100 miles of country roads, average speed >65mph. Naughty, naughty fun and chargeable as well. It gets no better than that.
