I ran
she chased,
escaped for a second
caught for a minute
felt faded like dusky evening

I ran
she chased,
baked like biscuit
the taste her mischief.


I ran
she chased,
stuck on the fence of tension
wired with anxieties.

She kissed my lips,
pulled her breath in my lungs.



I ran
she chased,
now I'm laid in the grave
but this time she faded away.
 
  
I was chasing the white dragon
                     and
And the dragon, she chased me back.