I love to write poems about you
The way I love sports
They push me, they pull me
They make me dream dreams
Of open roads in which I'm running
In no particular direction
Just feeling my body be
In motion, one swift whoosh
Across time and space,
Moving in your direction,
Heart racing, a baptism of perspiration.
This is the chase, the poem perpetually written
Across the page and my heart.
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