I Know This Familiar Road

A Pale Restless

Let me taste the heat and thunder

of your imaginings

Let me stir beneath your hands.

Let the seasons render

our fevered covenants.

Let me arc in circles to your touch.

Like a dreamlock...undone.

Let me, for a time, burn deep in

the ripest flame you hold.

And not permit the years.

Allow me the gathering of memories,

your pale and blond breeze against my cheek and

reluctant,

I'll turn the doorknob,

your voice now

dimming

in the

radio

across

the

street.