THE WOMAN



I saw her,

Riding the bike

As she would have ridden a horse (or me !!).

Mini skirted, Amazonian, thighs / legs like that of a goddess (yet ??) vaguely (and
disturbingly maternal !!),

Mud, blood

Badges of courage

From a mixed rugby match

That was an excuse for battle

Her hair sometimes free flowing ,

Sometimes held by a handkerchief / bandanna around her

Sometimes a boy riding pillion

I wonder if she is a dream

But one day, I wake up to find myself naked ,

Her image written on every tissue on my body

Lying on a lotus / umbrella strapped to her bike by a slender thread

But gliding along
with the help of Ties that release