Untitled – Mars 2025

Under sunlight setting
moth-like hid a feisty
locksmith
on my bike
wielding screw-driven
might prying
inside saddle pin lips
pursed then pressed
open wide
mounted in the moonlight

All while I
none the wiser
find her
stood up at dawn light by
my own cycle
light one seat
sized up and sidled off
stolen by a slick
brazen kiss in the night