I have drawn a circle round you
like a wall
and circles like wheels
within wheels like towers

that pencil lies dormant on
the page while
I run until my heart

when I’m there you
are there and I am in three

we run, we run, we keep on
running until it’s
all we can do to keep
the legs moving one after

until we crumple like paper
and become two dimensions
once again,
lying there, dormant
like wheels within wheels:

suddenly too tired to
move, or kiss, or
fall asleep.

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