…that’s me running through your words, here and there…

i want, like the wind - to see myself running through these words of yours;

playful in your phrases, or a storm, or twist of light warming freckled skin.

So i invent myself in the shadows, listen with ears that rebuild your art in my image.

i press myself in between your lines artlessly, with love

i want to be the hum of a note or two; i want to be a vowel, even a word on a single line.

So I invent myself a world where we are at play, our words draw a map.

my imagination places me in places your heart created but maybe not all is shadow

that’s me running through your words, here and there, a boy playing in your soul.