the jogger

another postcard you'll never read
jdw 9/8/10

I passed a jogger today,
or he passed me.
I thought of you,
jogging,
and how your
ruddy cheeks
were even ruddier
after your daily run,
and how you blushed
when I whispered
naughty things
in your ear,
across long distance
phone lines,
while your wife slept.