Hide the miles between us Run to me Like you run your Fingers through my hair Desire in every digit, in every touch. Run to me Like rivers run in springtime Filled with renewing lovers they do with the melting snow. Fly to mean the birds fly the continents Committed to build their nests. Fly to mean a cottonwood fluff in the areal over me, head to toe, gently Come here.

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