Bike Ride

By Justine C. Tajonera

You ask me
if I trust you
and I don't know
what to say
as I shake
in my shoes.

We dip and swerve,
and meet the
wind.
I'm amazed
that I'm alive.

I have my arms
around you,
my chin is pressed
to your shoulder.
There's nothing
to block the sound,
the smell,
the view of
life.

I could fall,
yes.
Anytime.
But I trust
you.

(Oct. 13, 2009)


Image credit: www.saxonseats.co.uk.