the chase

i’ve seen lightning be birthed in the blacks of your eyes

and come alive calling your name in pitched down growls

watching you turn on your knees to scurry away

ecstatic squeals of terror as I follow your trace

weighing distance in space trailing softly behind

whilst you propel yourself forward a bandit pursued

but you graciously pause shooting smile over shoulder

playing a game of kiss chase that you’re dying to lose

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