Trembling hands
             against circular grip.

Pieces of road
             reveal and disappear.
Pools of light
             raked with speed.

My jacket lifts with
             each heart beat.
Her invitation rattles
             in my skull.

Blood flows
             &
body tingles.
Sweat.
            Excitement.
                               Anticipation.

Our bodies will soon
             be together.

Familiar song invading my concentration.
A precious moment
distracted by
an enjoyable memory.
It has no place here.
It has become intrusive.
Once again, I must hate something I love.

If I had met you earlier
Would our lips hold tighter
If I had said I love you faster
Would that look of admiration still exist
If I had committed sooner
Would the smiles be more common
If I had told you how I felt rather than shy away
even a day earlier
Would our love had lasted

Grass will dance
Sky will grey
Cold turns to warm
Eyes will close
Breath will flow
Chance turns to form
Life may seem like darts on a board
or dice against the ground
We are the culmination
of our experiences
and a compass from its playground