Inside Biking


This morning as I pedaled on my bike,
the music pumping rhythm in my head
and coffee by my side the way I like
my early exercise, the while I sped
my body through that working half an hour,
I think the thing that struck me most was sweat:
collecting, dripping down my face as power
coursed within – I gloried in the wet.

For I’m so filled with restless energy,
that movement channels it but as it does
it manufactures more, compelling me
to step it up in hunger for the buzz
of muscle madness, circulating glee,
and sweaty fluid limber ecstasy.

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