your walk


dreamed of you
walking through rock creek park
your legs
sliding through leaves
like a violin
squeezing air
through thin walls
through thin wired
your voice whistles
sweet and salty
with every
breath blowing
boundless bends
black blood agonies
as you climb hills
watching you
drink your own sweat
like sweet honey wine

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