Poetically On Your Leash. November 2005.

Traveling abroad
With weightless pockets
and
fulfilled chests.
I want to take it in.
I want to explode.

To carefully memorize
your gracious features
with my
fingertips.

In time.

To sing aloud
To songs we have yet
To call our own.

And spend sleepless nights
Breathing in zero degrees
of
separation.

To kiss your
neck and nose
and
To cuddle close
Comatose.