The chase

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A seduction of words

The meandering images

Of a flooded swollen river

Caught up in your deluge


A blinding sandstorm cloud

Rolling, red desert storm

Left wandering, lost in direction

Beseiged and surrounded by you


Tides keep revolving and turning

Ebbing and flowing audaciously

Tempting invitation to dive in

To be swallowed for love of you


The mountains rise steeply ahead

Taunting, titillating to climb

Each step higher and higher still

Reaching peaks, smothered in clouds


In the falling mists of a rain forest

You ended the chase amidst trees

And lush leaves, elaborately laced

Finally caught in your embrace


Until the next chase…