Poem for her 314

Dear Readers,


Bike Rides,


Up a hill, down a hill, windy roads
We road everywhere, but not at the same time
She is younger than me and grew up over there
I am older than her and grew up over here
But we like a lot of things the same
Thoughts take on pathways we ride or drive
We go lots of places not on bikes but together
Always and Forever together slipping through time
Sliding hands down her sides under edges
She sleeps as the thought of my hands on her
Smiling as the minutes drift off the clock
Falling to the floor soaking into nothing
Sliding hands down her calves touching ankles
Moving fingers over toes to bring them rest
Comfort from the day's travels to and fro
Be she riding a bike, driving a car or just there
Touching her with each mile of the time
We slide over the days of Always and Forever


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.