Can we pretend for a bit,
that every day is a bicycle waltz?
That every day is filled,
filled with wine and whiskey love.
And skin feels like heaven,
when no one is watching it touched.
That your body & my body,
will never grow tired of the endlessness of each other's.
Everyday should be a bicycle waltz,
With you my dear,
my immeasurable amount of intangible motion.