Sunday, November 8, 2015

in two

the trees

fade into

the sky

of midnight

Im miles

away from

your bed

but I

drive on

thinking about

your lips

with long

straight roads

your hands

with each

right curve

your soul

with ev'ry

bright headlight

we become

uncoupled with

ev'ry mile

of my

journey home.


nov 14, 2002

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