Millions of miles traveled
All on foot, self propelled;
Almost two thousand pairs of shoes
In over sixteen thousand days, where
Running wears them out, so fast.
Twenty four months
Give or take
Destination discovered... ?
Time will tell
Four corners held by beams of steel
Walls of colors painted with the breath
Of a kiss,
A thought,
A mood,
An inkling,
Or the contractions of climaxes yet made.
My head, spinning
At the ever changing colors,
Enchanting,
All encompassing
Before I realize
I hear the
Smacking of lips
Her walls, swallowing
Mine.
Perhaps a good place to rest?
For a time...
The Rack Room is on speed dial
Just in case.
