If hands outstretched
Could cross these highways,
Then surely these restless nights
Would be spent with tea,
Hand holding, and stripping down
To tattered nylons and bed-shorts
Watching October breezes
Blow crisp curtains and,
My hair
Unruly but always yours to hold
And brush past weary lips,
Temptatious freckles, and
Only accept this road between
Us,
With outstretched hands.
You are so talented, Madi!