men and dresses and tasty food and rushes are all avatars of the same thing which is what we all want and well, oh, well

I run after you
Faster, everyday
I look for you in birds
In flying
In tasting gold
Touching tenderness
Making lives
Sparking smiles
Sanding eyes
(especially mine
to make them shine – on)
And you are there
Where I’d never dare to look

In
Out

Nor cold
or hot.

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