You took me flying down that day.
Do you remember?
I held tight to your waist;
My cheek pressed to your back.
The wind tugged my hair, wild and restless, childlike.
I held all the strength and warmth
that I could,
Pondering distance and direction.
A heartbeat strong and sincere.
Almaty mountains in the South,
but always mapped as if North.
One must know the city.
We were heading down
an Almaty mountain.
knowing no harm would come.
The wheels turning, burning
Nothing held us back
Mountains tore past
Trees waved, snow laid ageing on the ground
The rush of wind froze my nose
We were flying.
Pavement churning speed demons on a bike
People in cars waved and smiled admiring
Lovers, doing crazy lovers’ things that lovers do
Too fast, oh let’s go faster the heart beats
in its own song.
And we headed, safely, surely, down the mountainside
In the moment alive
No threat, no car, no wreck, no danger
could swerve us.
Ha, a bump in the road?
Determination held tight
in love with you
A compass moored into place
A beacon followed, not mountains misplaced
Oh,the grace of your muscles
A torn knee that day
Injured and ruined a future race
But we were heading down
an Almaty mountain,