I Fell Off My Bike

How to respond when people fish for information that surprises you

i fell off my bike

when i read your note

 

yes, we are still together

as you called it

since the day he took my habile hand and my haematic heart

in to his secretive and seductive grasp

since he had my haptotropic body and

my hypnotized mind wantonly weakened

since my systaltic body was figuratively standing

in front of the departure screen

as if i were at the airport

silently searching for that singular State: satiation

 

you sit there across from me

puffing your smoke screen in my face

asking as a friend

asking as his friend

ascertaining my every look

my every movement

my every word

so you can determine

if his words are true

if mine are the ones to believe

 

my skin is still warm

from his attentive strokes

from last night

from the day before

from the slow, seductive horizontal habanera

and if we take your hand as a friend

i fear our lambent touch will tinge you with our libertinism

and if you reach out to learn

whether our liaisons continue

as no friend would

as i assume your true intentions for the note

as one who covets this love of mine

i fear your heart will be shattered to learn the truth

 

i fell off my bike

and when i woke up i was still here