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Bike-ride
Perhaps the division
intimacy against privacy
is just a vision
melting in the mid-day sun.
I started hearing footsteps
careening around unlit corners
trying to catch my moves
sliding off silvery walls.
how could you want more
from me? There is
nothing but what you have
been given. So create
something new from me
to open some eyes
and parlay new ends
from warm-felt fingertips.
There are ways to know
if summer is just a season
that passes into a slow
rhythmic darkness. I felt
rain on my shoulders
splashing up off the road
standing water, long-filled
with iridescent love
waiting to be unleashed,
leaped into the air
as a flowering bicyclist
giggled and tore through
the puddles. With nothing
but an entreched connection
with life expanding from her
in an archetypal moment
life became her. Streaking
from her tires, beams
of radiant vibrance spray
vitality into the air
covering everything. Tell me,
how could you not be renewed
to feel alive in the open
world casting open her eye?
intimacy against privacy
is just a vision
melting in the mid-day sun.
I started hearing footsteps
careening around unlit corners
trying to catch my moves
sliding off silvery walls.
how could you want more
from me? There is
nothing but what you have
been given. So create
something new from me
to open some eyes
and parlay new ends
from warm-felt fingertips.
There are ways to know
if summer is just a season
that passes into a slow
rhythmic darkness. I felt
rain on my shoulders
splashing up off the road
standing water, long-filled
with iridescent love
waiting to be unleashed,
leaped into the air
as a flowering bicyclist
giggled and tore through
the puddles. With nothing
but an entreched connection
with life expanding from her
in an archetypal moment
life became her. Streaking
from her tires, beams
of radiant vibrance spray
vitality into the air
covering everything. Tell me,
how could you not be renewed
to feel alive in the open
world casting open her eye?
posted by Will at 1:34 AM
1 Comments:
I'm wondering if this has anything to do with the girl you were talking about who had the amusement with the little things in life. I like the pause that the last line of the stanza flowing into the first line of the next creates, most of them being sentences broken. This one seems magical, sparkly, and alive.
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