travel me down then miles or eyelashes
the quicker the better because
history has a way of tricks played
against our better wishes
and risk is the same; risk is your lips the play
of sand against our hands in caution
yellow tinged astray yet compassed, swelling
of tongues mistaken in talk yet forever
searching.

travel me down then take
this instance of arteries burst, failures given
or received yet miles none mistaken;
did you see it, the last instance
your heart mapped mine it was
cracked but whole like mine the sound of raindrops
searching metal
roofed in the veil of our silence
forgiven as the broken foam of a wave
falling back into our sea.