first draft friending poem

Any interpretations? Thoughts on this new poem / draft?

FRIENDING, HERE AND THERE

Free-loan bike, whose purple pink-seat,
whose sweaty glitter-basket let me
alone for months to stream-in campus.
Generous lender trusted me to friend her.

I was not so friendly, still, sitting
silent in the park, wishing my tongue would
work its magic, sailing over words
in accents, less American than surprising.

Hand-picked me a Strauss, a window-bouquet,
to set on streak-cleaned desk, shifted
into crawly web corner.
We sunk upon embroidered sheets,

where sleepless David wrote a psalm,
I slept in wakeful stares at corners,
thought of our burnt pancakes, butter-syrup,
place-mats quilted in place for surprise.

Love was not this headphone presence,
helloing, goodbying, blistering into late-night wind.
Love was not a bicycle starving in basement dark,
but strapped to the porch, whistling.