who here longs to hold the key
who begs infinity
who laughs and knocks on her door all day?
right here, right now.
in the middle
of this bar fight
intoxicated on moonshine
the real kind
yes, drunk in the timeless grass of eternity
on the dark side of the road.
I found you there,
beloved, writing my hands
tickling my hair
holding me so close, I could hardly distinguish you
from myself