my heart it beats,

it pounds, it drums

so loud my ears can't hear,

it zigs, it zags

it slams, it jams

as if 'twere filled with fear;

but tisn't fright

that fills my breast

that makes my heart

leap 'cross my chest

if you but knew

'tis just the view

the moment I

encounter you.

She was cold.

Ice melts eventually.

She maintained her frigidity.

The temperature didn't matter.

I still wanted to touch her.

Suckle her nipples

Especially when the temperature rose to 95°.

I wanted to lay with her.

Enter her.

Melt her from the inside out.

My hands gripped driftwood. I was sat on a rock during the end of winter when my knife carved into the stick.

The wooden face began to appear more and more as the sun began to set. My body was shivering while my hand kept picking.

As I worked I noticed the lack of form. I didn't like it.

I threw the stick with a huff, I heard the sounds of rocks being hit. My eyes watched the soles of my feet as I heard breathing ring in my ears.

I looked up to see the sun setting over the ocean.

My legs stopped twitching as amazement gushed over me. My hands no longer wanted to pick so much at that driftwood.

I love my bicycle.

Not to race, but to ride.

My legs turn and churn

Mile after mile without a plan.

It clears my brain so thoughts can enter.

Thoughts of brilliance,

Thoughts of trifles,

Thoughts to be forgotten.

I approach a hill

To soar towards the sky.

Climb, climbing, climb, climbing.

I can't turn back now.

Ascending, rising.

No thoughts exist anymore.

Only pain.

But I will not surrender!

At the top comes the reward.

Rocketing down the slope.

Eyes watering from the wind,

Praying I stay upright.

I travel through the denouement,

Arrive at home again.

I survived!

Where do I ride tomorrow?

Wherever it takes me.