And somewhere by midsummer I felt a hunger.
This burning hollow existence that plagued me.
I stood out in the wild nothing as the winds began to shift.
A singular voice was heard and beckoned me to join with freedom.
Glancing behind me and there’s miles of empty open nothingness.
And I turn and gaze into the vast unending promise of future.
Raising my hand to touch the sky I find the rope and grab tight.
A bolt of lightning leashed ’round my wrist and I’m being saved.
Energy and revitalized I’m standing on steadier legs; it has begun.
And now I’m standing at your door, fist raised and paused to strike.
Before the wood can splinter there’s an opening and your eyes are tearing me apart.
And here we stand, my chest heavy and straining, your eyes burning and beckoning.
My body heavy as boulders as I find the answer, do I even care?
The wasteland of nothing behind and your beguiling eyes before me.
There’s nowhere to my toes that answers with no.
Stepping into the slow dance of accidental touch and smoke and a resounding yes.