In great company and bold conversation.
I’m riding through dampened moonlight,
Blurred white lines and whirring leaves
The moon shines and disappears,
She peaks through trees.
I’m heading West, I trust the mountains
But I can’t see well.
He’s riding next to me. His curly locks in the wind
The world is barely visible but I trust the road.
I hear his bike, clicking gears, flying
We sell our souls to the road.
A moment, in the night, we go.
We fly along the pavement, side by side in silence
My aluminum against his metal
I inch ahead, breaths heavy
Tiny rubber tires shove harder into the ground
I click a lever, a new gear grips down
My hair flies back, knuckles tighten around pink wrapped bars
Leaning forward, further and further
I smell the rubber, my wrapped grips
Closer and closer I hug my bike
My fingers wrap around her, caress her curves.
Faster and faster we go
A red light looms ahead, I yearn for green
I’m beating him
Breaths heavy, our tires screech
Side by side we chase down Mountain Street
He stretches out his arm to me, I slow down.
Its quiet out, no cars around.
At 2:00 AM the world sleeps
But my heart is beating, my eyes wide.
We slide to a stop, straddling our wheels
He leans over
I lean in.
So remain the blurry nights and tight tires
A perfect moment, on a cold night.