Our Journey

My love, I returned from travel and sorrow to your voice

To your hands flying through the interrupting memories as we lay

intercepting the night sky.

My love, I ask for life in life’s sleeplessness

I’ve found the dark honey in your hair

In those opaque petals that scent your kisses.

My love, I cannot forget you,

as the taste of rocks and earth and bombs

have repeated the motion that unearths my heart

But with you, love, I am no longer a sleeping traveler.