A Heart’s Gait
Lit Up — November’s Prompt: 55er
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1 min readNov 25, 2018
A wind ruffles the trees standing around us in anticipation.
Their leaves applaud, drawing glares from a torrid sun.
It blows a cloud our way for contest.
Closing my eyes, I stroke your neck.
You respond with a rebellious neigh.
Our sprint beats the ground.
Sky our only match.
Breaths break free.
Hearts laugh.
Victorious!