"Don't run."

Excuse me? I inquire.
Looking directly into wise eyes of blue.

A steal, silence.

Reinforcement, wise tender, the blue.

Oh, I breathe, you might have mentioned the machine, and that's fine...
Yet to not run outside at all?
I must have misheard, please forgive my mind.

"Don't run?"
"Never."

A breath, a steal, a swell...
I gaze in the eyes that have glazed over a Russian winter vast,
I know, I can tell.

"You would ask that of me, ma'am?"
"I would almost demand it."

My thoughts are screaming after her deal, how she handed it.

No.
No, you see, running,
That's how I breathe.

I pick up my feet
And it's the hardest thing I've ever felt at ease.

I swing my arms to the drum
Of whatever flows next on radio wavelengths of gold,
Mind numb.

At least, for a bit...

Yes, at least for a bit,
While my toes curl and my calves shatter
Slowly at first, and then fast I adrift.
Mind is adrift, yes, if at least for a bit.

"And yet your spine."
The wise blue eyes glint their disappointment.
The impact, your body, the act its un-appointed
You need to know the path will be more than rocky, disjointed.
You might decline.
Just stop, dear, it will be fine.

No,
No you see...
Running, it's how I drink.
As I consume speed, I thirst
Thirsting after sweat to my lips it sinks
Thirsting and also filling my drink

Thirst and drink, it sinks and the kinks they come to the brink as I sprint, just to tell me
To show me in simplest of ideals, overwhelmingly
That I, I am alive in my calamity.
Not as a generality, but in this presence vastly.
Spread over earth, yes, that there is this physicality
Sweat sinking down, yes this just to whisper me.

Eyes glare of dreams of a nightmare.
"But the force on your knees."
She's so, forever scared.

Oh,
No,
You see I've been there before and know deeply how that goes.

When the sports of before failed me
And I failed them,
Despite and because I fell for them, in such love for them, breaking my shins, stealing my grins,
I turned to run, Yes on a whim
Until the lights dimmed.
And upon some peace I might have glimpsed.

No,
No you see.
The nightmare, let it come, if it must be,
If it is just me.
If fastly it changes, as I will, possibly.
As long as I am sprinting along these omniscient streets,
Even if I don't change fast, "that's ok, love" it breathes.
As long as I am hugging the wind, and me it comes to meet.

As long as I am kissing the moisture.
The moisture I know that is mine.
As long as I am falling in love with the speedy glow of the sun and it's torture.
As long as it stealingly remunerates my glow, yes, I'll be fine.

Her eyes.
I glimpse the snowy fields of St.Petersburg and I realize,
Again my heart breaks and my memories cry,
Her eyes.
Of Moscow, St. Petersburg, a never ending cold, lovingly never lies
After which I yearn...reprise.

A cold of unnerving beauty,
Shielding us from the noise in its icy silence dutifully.
What a sight to never stop seeing, comfortingly unruly.
Unruly yes, wrapping you in cold comfort, theirs truly.

I feel she's been there, the globe afar.
Where the wind's gust is always kept there
Not a knife, but a sword, kept tight, but roaming at large.
So sharp it can rip shadows, shadows they rip apart,
In their immortal living, doors gently thrust in remembrance, left ajar.

Yes, yes my heart longingly bleeds while I remember.
Those fields, those Russian winters I miss...I could sprint forever.

"I like Texas."
A giggle accompanying the unexpected phrase, a love in blue eyes.
I shake with the irony,
A slight smile in eyes dried eerily.

"Don't run."
It's sword drags across my lungs,
And I feel it in my mouth, a different loaded gun.
Begging me to bite down, to sprint away from its sun.
To vacuum the sound.
To chomp around.
To bite down.

And I do.


No.
No, you see,
Running.
It's how I create energy.

Legs in a circle of increasing velocity,
Heart yearning to leave in all honesty,
Always searching for the sun in its blasphemy,
In running, I release while finding tenacity.

The blood shakes, pounds, cries
But I continue and shattered calves fly.
Feet on the ground, then adrift, up I keep
Don't you see, with those eyes ice blue,
Don't you? I weep.

The necklace yells at her, as it holds me tightly.
Expecting a rip from a stranger frighteningly,
It's two bars painting a hope for equity.
Screaming at her face, to some inexplicably.
Asking for recognition, room to breathe freely.
Despite what might be thought, simply expectingly, knowingly, pain from a stranger, protectingly.
"To kiss a woman?"
I bite down on the sword, harder, deeply, perceptively.

My mind starts to shake out of waiting, a loaded sword gun anticipating.

Yet here I can release, and she stops the shake,
and a smile I flake, and a smile I fake.
Glimpse at rare unstaringly eyes of a friend, and still quake.

Simply done,
a "don't run, hon."

No
No, you see
Running-it's how I live.

It's how my heart beats.

How it drums and uplifts with the story of
Every thought, every dream, every suffered past, every love
Every peace, every feel, every reeling that was dragged up above
For lack of possibility despite how hard I, we, us, shove

But while I run, I send them up overhead to protect me as I fight on, no border,
Uplift them to adrift them, my doctor, no longer cornered.
I tell it, we us, them,
Remind her, she, he, a, him.
With my thirst
My breath
My energy
My strained neck
Speak
You are without end,
Yes..without end.

As I watch them strive for serenity.
Calmly knowingly amongst pain they will be growing, see
To lift world spirits higher and grow a continuity
with the passion to fight on they are givin' me.

Yes while I run,
I send them up high in search of hope
"Rest well, sweet dreams"
Hoping they rest with doves, whilst for peace of tomorrow they grope.

Yes while I run,

I send them up high in search of hope

"Rest well, sweet dreams"

Hoping they rest with doves, whilst for peace for tomorrow they grope.

Yes all of our dreams
With and amongst all of us,
Giving us endurance in life through a love gleaming, despite its forced rust.
Yes, keep clamoring, dreams, through murky maneuvering with all of our dust.
Yes the dreams, the doves' movement protectively hovers above her, above us.
And together we'll be, and forever together we will be untethered and together forever from direction we will never be severed,
And just dreams they no longer will be, if we keep on, and oh, we tell them, oh we must. And live, and love and laugh and weep and lust
And no more mere dreams, hon, but from the chains of hate with the anger of love into life they'll bust.

And so yes, I will run."Rest well, sweet dreams, with the sun."
For we'll need you tomorrow, in passion for love in this life to fight, undone.

"Rest well for tomorrow, sweet dreams, my love", I kiss them, call them hon.
Yes, resting, certainly with doves, up above, and I'll, we, we will continue to run.