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I noticed no one's posted poetry yet. So let me spoil the market.

It's called Run with Me:

Spoiler for Run with Me (Draft 1):

Draft 1 (08.02.11)

First, a footfall: our steps move
brimming with afternoon sun.
I watch while you stretch the fabric folds
of your muscles into anticipation –
a form tense,
wearable, sleeveless.

Then: lazy sunshine, its loose glare,
wraps its last wayward fingers around the flush of your cheek.

After you, please:
you let our strides burst into pace
like frames
for slower runners in still life: shrinking, receding –
The want for air moves us – a common desire,
pulses loaded with adrenaline.

You know: I’m only faster with you around,
when you’re
a blur of jersey like a flag –
a bullet off the lines. One that hits
me here: in the deep crease of my panting soul
till I have you run with me,

until the hour crickets whistle
for us to slow down, for your burning feet
to bury themselves in silence,
your footfalls finally stilled.

And where floodlights cast you:
luminous, a halo of sweat,
the only thing aglow on the dark track,
as evening overtakes us.

According to the official word count programme, I have 157 words.

And if it isn't obvious enough: yes, I like to run.