Your legs make calligraphy ‘Ls’ with ease
Propelling your own wind machine
Hair flowing stroking cheek flicks
Your face held high
Helmetless, you are willing to take a chance
Sexy linking of vulnerability and pride
Tall, shoulders back but elbows loose:
Independence on a bike
You make the city cosmopolitan
A little Copenhagen cobbles and long blacks
You read novels about impossible love
Your palms itch when you lie
You do something in design or fashion
While listening to Iron & Wine
You apply makeup to Beyonce and Jay-Z
Your tongue poking to the side
Your stockinged leg lazily circles
Languid ellipses as you lean on the pole
The lights change and you glide leaving
A gap in the air like a sigh.
