On Running

by remembertoexhale

I was on the bus
you were standing at the bus stop
and I saw you
and I knew that I had to have you
as you leaned against the railing and lit a cigarette
your few days beard growth 
distinctive even from inside the bus
I nearly got off right then and there
so I could run my hands through your wispy chestnut hair
sun-bleached 
from spending so much time in the ocean 
I liked the way that my name escaped from your lips
and the way that your fingers lightly skimmed my hips
and it amused me how the dancing freckles on your nose
disappeared after Summer
but you should have known better
when you saw that I was in my running gear 
when we first met
as quickly as I can run towards someone
I can run away 
even more expertly

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