I want to marry a motorcycle, and have a love affair with a Jeep.
I want to curse the cliff I climb, and fall into the embrace of a belay.
I want to moan of the pain in my legs, as I course the mountain trek.
I want to kiss ridges of the deep, and die in the passion of rising air bubbles.
I want to pedal harder, as the wind caresses my skin.
I want to run slow and long, as the horizon beckons me on.
I want the wind and the ocean and the mountains to break my heart wide open.