Red Rocks

              Crankset clinking disconcertingly
in a downpour as familiar as the trail

it’s been raining for months now
so a glimpse of sun feels like

something out of a dream.

               We were in the mountains
our feet digging into red rocky sand
and the sun rays lived inside our
pores.

On my clinking bike in this storm
mud on my face and gloves soaked through
I can still feel that heat inside
me.

This love from a dream.