I was walking
under and between
loud legs, long for speed, steal for stamina
and you whistled and slumped
back in your saddle
and one of your silky dreadlocks drifted past your hairline,
parting your goggled puss,
like a skinny brown beak.
I told you I loved you
as your mount hissed and squealed
I can hardly imagine you hearing
me correctly.
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