How Sweet That Is

Our pedals spin and whir
we career along a gravel path.
Beneath the squinting grey
I listen to our intimate soundtrack.

Cycling tall in conifers, following
your curved back that maps my way,
caught in the thrill of future reminiscing
the present is a smack against my cheek.

With my eyes semi closed,
my fists clenched tightly
and hair dancing over eyelids,
I call out to redwood ferns:
How sweet that is.

You collapse on a grassy verge,
I fall onto my knees to smell you.
You throw aside your bags and our cares
and pull me into your caramel taste.

My giggling declarations fill the air
and your eyes make my fingers cry,
touching you draws me into your stare
and you whisper your own proclamation.

With my eyes semi closed,
my fists clenched tightly
and hair dancing over eyelids,
I call out to redwood ferns:
How sweet that is.

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