we walk the same;
her strides confidently match
mine.
she dances like
the Basketflower's retreat at dusk, like
turn down service at Shutters on the Beach,
one layer of inhibitions
pulled back
at a time;
the rhythm eludes me.
i run breathless, stopping
my heart a little and
daring my lungs to burst in protest, like
the way a lizard sprints, run like
seagulls soar,
relying on what they fly into to keep them aloft ...
alive;
the rush evades her.
we move, propel
towards our bliss in ways
we don't understand. but
we walk the same |