Song of the Road

I have started to work on several short fiction pieces.  The bones of the poem below are not drawn from my specific life experience but instead are words I envision coming from the relationship between characters in one of these developing pieces.  My first piece of fictionalized poetry.


You are constantly moving

Always on the road

Always performing for the crowd

Always kissing me hello

Or kissing me goodbye

Usually in airports


I am tethered

To my sleepy city

Leading my quiet life

Doing my everyday things

Maintaining the routine

Of a woman alone


Until our worlds collide again

Always briefly

Before you must

Move on again

But never insignificantly


There have never been

Any words of commitment

Spoken between us

I would not ask

And you could not promise


I assume that there are other lovers

I try to picture

The beautiful stranger

You might be taking

Into you bed tonight

To momentarily

Ease your loneliness

Or help work off some tension


She has your attention

For the moment

She might even think

That she has more than

Your body on loan


But does she know

That the jagged edges

Of your soul

Have draped over

The jagged edges

Of my soul

Lining up

Like torn pieces of a

Treasure map


Leaving a delicate pink newness

That could be torn apart

With enough force

Leaving us both bleeding

And stung


Or with time

And proximity

Could knit

Into a long, strong white scar

Leaving a new topography

That only you and I can travel

And explore?

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