You make me want to write the poetry down
That I start to feel getting lost at night
Everything can be tangled up
But I’d rather just feel the night
After the day was spent holding you
Let go of the handlebars
And breathe the trees gold from backyard lights in
The air is thick and it makes me think of chasing you
Sweating with you
Imperfection is so transparent and naked
In every itch in our voice and tone in our skin

Pocket music late night bike rides
It weaves into every pedal and bend
I can start to feel a contentment and stillness
I can sip and bite down on a life of my own
I will always stare down and retract eye contact
And squeeze through moments where I am bare
Until I fall apart into your arms of knowing that feeling
I will drink too much coffee so I begin to shake
I will bleed myself all over every crevice of you
And into life because that is where you extend
I will get lost so that I will be found
The lights that manifest into the air will guide me
The leaves that I miss but still see…
They dance like my heart branches out into veins
In the hot moment of being able to be nothing but myself