A weary traveller I, road rumpled, worn
Creased now with age, since long ere born
Spurred on by love, by longing and desire
Despite discomfort never once to tire Crushed against strangers in the backs of trucks
Huddled under sacking in the rain
Choked by fumes, oily in the bilge of boats
Trudged down every street and every lane And then to fall exhausted at your door
And into silence and then into fear
An agony of waiting your return
My very being readies as you near To reach your hand and open like a flower
To lay still as your hungry eyes devour
To watch your face in flickering candle glow
Smiling salty with sweet slow tears' flow And then to slide, to slumber, 'tween my brothers
Accordion of history of lovers
Before I sleep. A glimpse. A hand. A start.
Dips pen. Tastes ink. A traveller. Shall. Depart.