Motor hearts. (Art and writing from the BB sessions, Part VIII)

We can both keep driving, but let’s trade lanes, same direction just different inflections.

Grip the wheel, there are certain things from in our lives the wind might try to steel.

Nestle into the seat, the blurred vision and running speed, raises our heartbeat. 

Don’t bother with the rearview mirror, in front now and forward, everything we are hear for.

Side by side as we motor, I look to you as you look to me, beautiful, open and care free. 

The road will hook, the road will run, the road will bend and then be done. Be there with me, until there is no pavement to be. Two free hearts, not lonely but open and riding as one.

-Barta