I think about you
and the last time we spoke it was
whispers at the break of day,
how my lips were stuck to your neck
and how desperately I wanted to stay.
I collapse into the road
burning miles from new orleans
to pensacola, home to home,
this journey a stark reminder of the
life currents between us.
I think of you and swim, adrift,
satiated, humming in the determined glow
of the morning sun.