I crave the emotion,
like a runner’s high
without beating the pavement in my nikes —
endorphins flowing at 5 miles.
But from the full engagement of 5 senses,
roused from the sight, smell, taste of you.
As I hear your voice,
saying take them off,
let me massage your calves.
End result —
final satisfaction came from the run,
it was better to chase the narrow streets and winding roads
then allow your control
over my feelings.
© I. Trudie Palmer