RUN WITH YOU
I want to slip poems into your pocket and leave my hand inside to keep you warm. I want to stay up late on the kitchen floor drinking champagne, laughing. I want to buy you clementines and fall in love with the way the sticky juice slips down your fingers. I want to stand at the end of a long hallway and hear my name - a hum, a whisper, a shout. I want to run with you and towards you at the same time. I want to dream of you in a kaleidoscope, eight different versions of the same smile. I want to spin in circles and not fall down ‘cause I’m already dizzy most of the time. Yes, I am bold and tender-hearted and strange. Now you know that I’ll write poems for you. So please tell me, do you like clementines the way that I do? 2023