I wish to turn around
and return (to her warmth and laughter)
but this calling is strong, and denial is
impossible. no measure of weight
can justify what now presses
into my chest.
to the road, your freedom is awesome.
but does it compare to the sweet embrace
of my love? our convictions
are engraved by our words
convictions engraved by her
marvelous hands
my ears are upon the brink of
detonation and the mud amongst
the passage of my throat is drying
to permanence. harvest the crop
of memories to what's true
i offer thanks
i've found what's pure
and i've found what's sweet.
we are not barren