her veins were highways,
her heart the destination

you lay beside me, reading Hemingway
breathing the words into the 2 a.m. darkness
eventually, i no longer listen
but i hear every pronunciation,
every syllable off your tongue
it is the most beautiful sound
i have ever been blessed to feel
feel -
because i feel your sentences,
diving into my soul
like a cannonball into my heart
your speech has seeped into my brain,
liquefying every emotion,
and it floods the interior of my head
it is such a pleasure
to be touched by your voice

swim with me in the darkest hour of the night. under the slight appearance of light. from the bulbs on the string. that circle around in a graceful ring. in a perimeter surrounding you and me.

your eyes are blinkers
your hands the steer
your feet the petal
your heart the gear
you are where you go
but park beside me, dear