bike

Riding home late
Legs liquefied in the night air
Cold, clear air
Hitting the back of my open throat

Gliding along
Hard, dark roads
Chilled, black air like
Slick leg lubricant

Loving the long time
Hands cold and strong
Body splintering
In ink-spinning flight

Yelling back
To the bike behind
Sharp voice slicing
Through wide, dark streets

Bell-hard nipples
Armpits prickling
Ribs and belly
Broad as breath

The final stretch
Bold and fast
Inhaling the last
Blasts of cold

Tighten the hold
Suddenly slowing
Mouthfuls of laughter
- After glowing.