Circles

I chase
and you run
and I chase harder
and you run faster
and we whip the tepid air
into a whirlwind.

Then I stop
and step into the eye
and for a second watch your running
until I gently pull you in.

For a moment
we hold each other
watching the storm we brewed
tenderly entwined
until the wind whips through our hair
again.

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