set the fire to the third bar

i find the map and draw a straight line

over rivers, farms, and state lines
the distance from A to where you'd B
it's only finger lengths that i see

after you've traveled so far

we'd set the fire to the third bar
we'd share each other like an island

until exhausted close our eyelids

and dreaming pick up

from the last place we left off

your soft skin is weeping
a joy you can't keep in

and miles from where you are

i lay down on the cold ground and i,
i pray that something picks me up

and sets me down in your warm arms