Red Schwinn

They are love on an incline
Going full throttle on a 10-speed.
She sits
Limbs wrapped around waist
And chin resting on shoulder blade.
"You are the cure and the reason" she whispers…
He brought dysfunction to her turmoil and cessation to her afflictions.
They stagger on the edge of disappointment and rebirth...
Float like kite tails propelled by breaths breaking free from a bubble's clinch.
Inspired by dizzy rubber orbs bidding warm pavement adieu,
The wind forms crescendos composed of caprioling gravel and a jealous roadside as it waves goodbye with dusty phalanges tugging at their pant legs...
The wind instigates the strands of her hair to tickle her face
She holds him close...
They coast through midnight and mediocre Monday mornings
Backsides sore, thighs asleep and throbbing
In hopes of kissing the sun while their fingertips caress a mountain peak...