Isn’t there a beautiful
place somewhere?
Where I can touch
your soft body.
And coalesce in
our sweet kisses,
just like before.
The harsh wind may continue,
and the cities crumble.
But we are strangers in this place.
For we have our love,
abundant in its fullness.
Calm like a summer sky
and without weariness.
This is our way.
A Wandering Poet 