I chase

chase

We do a wonderful dance you and I

Where I pursue your chase

With you in the hlls by nigh and I still chase

And when your trickery lands me in the devil’s meadow

I still chase and when I grow weary and tired

I lie my head in places that otherwise be no comfort to me in a stranger’s bed intertwined

And then this stranger becomes a friend and then lover then wife and I in calcium starved bones to the chase I die on this nigh

In the streets tonight I chase

I chase

I chase

For lady poetry

I chase