She will
spread her legs
like any average
girl getting on an old
four-speed bike. Today
she rides for an invisible
horizon, stretching fingertips
to pass along lush undergrowth
along the bumpy gravel road,
soaking sun in like a flower
left to starve for weeks
in the dead of winter.
Her legs dangle
in the heat of
freedom.
She has not been here
for such a long time.
She will
spread her legs
on crisp fall nights
as she pulls on stockings
under her favorite dress, going
nowhere with some worn-out suitor
who just might become her next lover,
the next flush of optimism and hope
in a previously disappointing sea.
Her legs dangle over the edge
at the fluorescent-lit diner;
tasting disappointment
again and smiling at
the ease of leaving
without uttered
good-byes.
spread her legs
like any average
girl getting on an old
four-speed bike. Today
she rides for an invisible
horizon, stretching fingertips
to pass along lush undergrowth
along the bumpy gravel road,
soaking sun in like a flower
left to starve for weeks
in the dead of winter.
Her legs dangle
in the heat of
freedom.
She has not been here
for such a long time.
She will
spread her legs
on crisp fall nights
as she pulls on stockings
under her favorite dress, going
nowhere with some worn-out suitor
who just might become her next lover,
the next flush of optimism and hope
in a previously disappointing sea.
Her legs dangle over the edge
at the fluorescent-lit diner;
tasting disappointment
again and smiling at
the ease of leaving
without uttered
good-byes.
