Another Saturday Run

Small puddles of sweat spread out from each sneaker, as they hug themselves against the dark of the pavement. My flesh now naked, my soul utterly defenseless, in an almost skeptical sideways glance of pretentious thought, dripping wet, a river surrenders to the contours of my body.

 Nakedly bare, shedding skin by the roadside. Feeling the heat of my animal rise to the occasion, on a cusp of neatly chilled dawn air. How unfortunate for those of you still cursed under the slumber of night, as I slip out under the radar of dawn, alone, calm, and silent.  

Harboring in the shadows, gray hand of sky reaching, infusing a sense of grace as I witness the chilly unfolding of another Saturday dawn, as if it is something salaciously lewd I cling to. Inescapably theatrical, in precarious dance, sweat pulls my emotions into a melting on the ground. 

Magnetic force pulls me toward an embrace with the serenity of silent morning air. Another morning run well executed!

Paradox of Running

The world, in cinematic play thinks it knows me. Noting the answer to my riddles will never be made so obvious, as I float in hypnotic state, pulse capturing me, forcing breath to dangle on the edge, sky almost transparent, as my body moves seamlessly into it’s own country. Sweat staining my sleeve with very private thought in an underestimated sort of comfort, a very silent posture of repose.

Steadying myself, deeply breathing, knowing all too well, the deer thinks he knows me, yet knows nothing of the nudity of my thought. Shrouded in seaweed and lace, I hide my denouement. A Splattering of cold is chilling my flesh in a hedonistic affair down to my bones, liberated from the cold, drunk on adrenaline......sneakers now covered, in paradox and dirt!