In cool breeze,
we rode alongside
Paris traffic -
eyes sparkling,
spokes spinning -
we let ourselves go.
I found my voice,
and laughing,
called after you.
was something dizzy-
Our path was interrupted by
tip-trucks and shiny cars -
In those seconds,
I was independent.
After hours of your watchful gaze,
I was released into the smog.
It was foreign,
But I longed
to be back by your side -
see your hair flailing in the wind,
I knew I loved you then.
Being so mobile,
so free,
I knew that being with you
was colour
and movement,
I felt immortal -
ringing my bell,
swerving round corners.
I found my voice;
And I found you.