Mileage

Sweat spatters, snaps
attention to the sheen
of his soaked skin
as my brain begs
to separate from
the pain tearing
through muscle and limb.
Fascinated by awakened
ability but fearing the
feeling of such adrenaline
I fight to focus, to hear
over ragged gasps, blood
thudding behind my ears.
His words are soft rope
marionetting ankle and knee,
pulling me past preconceived
limitations, the cadence
of our slapping feet pushing
me toward completion.
7.21.10

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