01: August 2014 #06 - Bike Ride Sonnet
Authored by Fran Berkman #1
Bike Ride Sonnet
by Fran Berkman
The way your white-gold hair fades into black makes me want to abandon all my wealth. Like you're casting lines of brightness with slack and keeping that darkness all for yourself. Under a darkling sky dotted with fire we sit contemplating our existence. Choose another lover if you desire, but spare me the Sunday night resistance. What we used to be seems to have evolved through coffee conversations on corners. I'll stir my caffeine 'til I've been absolved. We'll ride bikes 'til we've become foreigners -- then lay in bed staring at the ceiling, our quadriceps still sore from the wheeling.