bicyclingfish
The Fly
calm summer evenings in the city
trestles caress my sides
I stagger, but still hold your weight
as you cross my span
will I feel relief from this tension when you leave?
or is it the coming that I crave?
now I stand tall
my glass veneer shimmering
ride to the top, and down again
throughout the day
my vein pulses
I shutter from your crash
you splash inside of me
up and over the whitecaps for you
I will turn you over
and you can ride me again
grasp onto my arms
as I reach to the skies
climb me
play in my leaves
if you fall, I?ll catch you
city lights are my eyes and the people are my cells. I embrace the excitement of the alleyway and shun the cautiousness of suburbia. calm summer evenings are the comfort of callous, wayward souls, and they allow me to ruminate like this.
trestles caress my sides
I stagger, but still hold your weight
as you cross my span
will I feel relief from this tension when you leave?
or is it the coming that I crave?
now I stand tall
my glass veneer shimmering
ride to the top, and down again
throughout the day
my vein pulses
I shutter from your crash
you splash inside of me
up and over the whitecaps for you
I will turn you over
and you can ride me again
grasp onto my arms
as I reach to the skies
climb me
play in my leaves
if you fall, I?ll catch you
city lights are my eyes and the people are my cells. I embrace the excitement of the alleyway and shun the cautiousness of suburbia. calm summer evenings are the comfort of callous, wayward souls, and they allow me to ruminate like this.