through the cold forest I ran (Nightmare #7)
I was in a dark forest hiding behind a tree
as I breathed so frantically, I wondered if you would ever stop chasing me
it was cold and so foggy I could barely see
while the wind began carrying on with an eerie tune of whistling
you knew I had no idea and was amused at the way I was listening
I sensed you could feel the vibrations of my shivering and I realized I was coming closer instead of distancing
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Wow, very cinematic and ominous — and, maybe, erotic? Very compelling poem.
It was great photographing you yesterday, Jeremy! And thanks for your book, which I’m looking forward to reading.
Nightmares are haunting!