handle-bar love letters (bicycle liberation)

the room spun in circles

skin was touching skin

i was wilder than most

i was the only one sober

the rain began to fall outside

we didn't wish to find cover

but embraced it with open arms

with the brightest of smiles

oh, what was her name again

i had myself a crazy lover

rumor has it that she has left town

for good this time, they say

but i saw her bicycle across the road

with the taped up, handle-bar love letters

that i used to write to her

i think that i might just cut that memory free

share it with the brightest parts of the city