you blew me a kiss from your bike

Portland OR

Description

Dear short shorts guy, I was out on my evening stroll - feeling enlivened by the subtle scent of Oregon Grape, a tender swell in my chest as my heart began to thaw in the 60 degree air temperature. I was awakening like a spring flower after a dreary, dark winter. I heard you first, the gentle pulsation of your soft trance music wafting from your bike. Beats that perfectly matched the ephemera of the flowers. And then I saw them - your legs. Pale and luminous in the evening light, awaiting to be kissed by the sun after months spent covered up. Your shorts were so very, very short. You turned back and blew me a kiss. And in that kiss I felt the promise of summer. I’ll go for a bike ride with you if you promise to wash your hair.