did you know, that smell of rain on dry earth
two australian botanists once gave it a name: petrichor.
and the space
lexicographers will tell you is called the purlicue.
if i ever were
to tattoo your name upon my body, i would do it there
the meeting place of grasping
the smooth and pliable curve of my hand
another word: desire path.
unpaved, but clear: the worn earth cuts from point
to point, fashioned by nonconforming feet
although there is much i do not know
words i cannot speak, for i have not yet learned them
still i can walk my own desire path
the shortest distance from where i am
to where i want to be.
please come: we'll go.