As your feet peddled down the hilly street,
I leaned back from the handlebars to feel
your body pressed to me—
skin to skin, morning dew.

I closed my eyes to let laughter guide us.

Ballerinas pirouetted
in the wind, their dance wafting
lime juice & tequila from tendrils of my hair.

We were a pirate crew without a compass,
but we still managed to steal the night.