Gus Riding

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    Gus Riding

    Tall man in leather with animal grace

    Such depth in your eyes such a beautiful face

    You stole my heart when you gave me your soul

    I still hold it inside but I'm a fragile bowl



    How I miss your deep voice softly speaking my name

    Or calling me "Sugar" lighting my flame

    I so miss everything about our life

    The way that you asked me and made me your wife



    You made everything else, me happy most of all

    When we ate you cooked it

    You made the art on our wall

    You made our nest perfect you made me walk tall



    I miss the ways that you loved me

    How you loved to wear black

    Your tattooed shoulders

    Your tattooed back



    My face misses your hands

    My body does too

    My head on your chest

    Hand stroking that tattoo



    Your strong arms around me

    Holding me tight

    Kept me close to you

    All through each night



    Your voice in my ears

    Professing your love

    Making me laugh

    Dispelling my fears



    Your legs like your body

    So long and so lean

    Handsomely straddling

    Your vibrating machine



    Tanned muscled arms tattooed hand

    Steel toed boots and black ray bans

    Ripped and torn jeans sleeveless T's

    I think of you when I see these



    Long dark curls flappin' in the wind

    Chin whiskers and moustache surrounded your grin

    Silver chain hung from your hip

    Throttle and brake in your iron grip



    Names of your girls inked into your skin

    The name of your woman also therein

    That name is mine and my initials on your back

    Not in bright colors but all in black



    I always said I'd never get a tat

    But then I did, imagine that

    After you died and on your Birthday

    I found it was the only way to say



    You made a mark upon my soul

    You filled a solitary role

    You saved my life but now you're gone

    As long as I live you will live on



    I put that mark upon my skin

    To remind me of you within

    How you changed my perception of the world

    How you made me the world's luckiest girl

    By ALB

    In Loving memory of Gus

    May 22, 1964~February 12, 2006

    My Hero, My Best Friend, My Soul Mate

    copyright ©2008 by the author.
    All rights reserved by author.

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