Travel Boots

My longing for you is rivalled onlyBy a longing to lace up my travel-boots,Let their leathered soles lick up unfamiliar earth,T asting layers of dust piled between their grooves.

And sometimes, lethargic and lacking sleep,My heart drives my soles towards your arms,To the place where I can lay my boots, andI am lifted off my feet.

But soon I must land on solid ground,Let go the love of interlocked hands ,For the dust-laden soles of my leather bootsShare the longing that lies in my soul.