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.
Jan 15, 2022
Jan 15, 2022 at 10:23 PM UTC
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.