Your name like some journey I must take
inspires both fear and admiration. A lust
shared by all those who have discovered
something worth naming and returning to.
In the restless night, one must make amends
for hours spend looking toward adventure;
scared to take the only natural step. For true
sirens sing like the sun on bronze skin and wind
between the hairs and sweet nectar falling
off each flower waiting there. Still, we
lie awake only to try to dream, while a
return to feelings has never been nearer.
Beyond the distances we harbor and loneliness
lies protect, beneath ligaments and layers
of torn tissues and sad organs sounds a pulse that
grows stronger the closer to it we get. Like the sharp
moon revolving back into the full brightness of life,
we count the beats in unison under the warm
blanket of night