Love to Run, then we drink…

I love to run my mouth,
love it when my mind is racing

to run my hands across your curves,
my fingers through your hair

mostly though, I love to run
trails, hills, sand, pavement or the trusty treadmill

the sweat in my eyes,
dripping from my nose, my hair, down my back

the way it shapes my legs,
less like ham hocks everyday

the way it makes my gut bounce,
knowing that it’s not long for this world

the challenge of keeping tempo,
with the beat, with my heart, my breath

the wall I hit,
hit it hard today, harder still tomorrow

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