Still tapering

Two weeks to perfection. Lie in next to a warm body, soft breath, hair across the pillow. With a little one too, angel-breath, elbow in my ear; rain gurgle in the gutter, car swish in the road. For now I’ll take now a bouncy run-grin-beam. Streets silent before the first bird. Surge a hill, weave across-down Molteno Rd through its median-gaps just for fun; flit along the reservoir which holds the cloudy sky, and often the stars. Lick my fingers dipped into fullness. I like running, you see.

 


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