sometimes i am just a
pair of feet
walking, running, stomping, storming
dancing dancing towards you
hand in crook of arm we gallop
towards sun and concrete
you stop for graffiti while i
stop for red lights
something about me is careful; i'm sorry
sometimes i flinch when
clouds move too quickly overhead
- you pull secrets from my hair
slip promises on my fingers -
can you kiss caution away?
some mornings i hear you sing and
put reason to bed when i rise.
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