Bikes

i fell in love with her like a child falls off their bike
and the pain is invisible
but the shock ripples through the earth
like the smell of her neck
or the blush of her cheeks
there is no finer thing than finding the balance
on your pedals,
she had me cycling after her forever,
and once i had taken the bruises and the knocks
plunging their marks onto my surfaces
i could fall and get up, fall and get up
like horses on a carousel,
in summer oranges and smiles
are my best memories of her
where flowers grew like heartbeats
and birdsong were as constant as sun,
and before i knew it
we were cycling home together.

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