run with me

In the recesses of my memory
among stale boxes of data
there is that unusually warm December night
you and I face to face
for the first time
Blues Traveler on the radio
root beer on the seat
next to me
Coming out of that pale Jeep
I knew I was never going home

The way I felt for you then
and the way I feel for you now
are the same
Sometimes it seems sinful
the way you react with my hands
Something subtle
begins a chain reaction
Your breathing becomes a datastream
of delicious information
and my fingers are careful
to play the same old song
in a way you've never heard before
Give me everything
you know I want more
I end up so expended
but I'm not done

Chasing memories is comforting
but the end of the story
is chasing me
I can run fast
as long as you run with me.