woman's legs running, seen from behind

imagine running while standing still imagine squatting by a hearth of days in swami mode your touches glaze my skin your sky pretending clouds and blinded by the sleuth of sleep imagine being half awake in increments as putative as chocolate rich and worth it for your song through which my trusted peers with wind blocked ears transfer me to their shifting shore this to give me still a time before we start again imagining running while standing still