12/1/11
Into the dark the steps go, to places unseen but felt by toes fleetingly footed down on pavement that flirts away into the ground left behind. Like the dance, where feet go as if thinking on behalf of the dancer. This is a dance during a reunion of long time lovers, intruded upon by peering head-beams that know not what they are seeing leaving the loving couple to masquerade openly with the anonymity of belonging to the public populace their guise. Just a runner, the road, as much clothing as the weather dictates and some kicks; oh how the night run greets me with love!
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