the logistics of love
travel roads I cannot travel
travel through the mud and gravel
that clog our shared arteries
that circumvent the make-believe
I try and look for

listen to your heart
in it limitless belongs
distances reduced to nothing
in it sings the swan-sing
in it finds the longing

fickle is the note
that’s prolonged forever
but percussions of us
do still tether
to the heartstring harp
of yesterdays