Running

I am constantly running from endings
the gripping fear that things will change
the fear that they won’t.
Sometimes the moment feels so comfortable
I just want to sit and bathe in the solace
How do I slow down time
her liquid curves sometimes like honey,
other times like water
and I am but awash in her current
grasping at sticks stuck in the sides
“let me stay here” I cry
wasted breath, I know.