Burden the dawn

Just as the night sky feels the finger of Dawn's break,

after hours of politics, religion, feelings, and the other deeper things we rarely stake,

A passive look,

shy under messy hair as the hour requests.

Another glass of wine, hopefully not the rake.

Tender are these rainy streets, twisting unnecessarily, but yet laid before each.

Narrow

the lanes of my heart, tighter still for you to push apart.

Home is a distance,

a promise, but a distance.

I wax,

I wain,

curious smiles and I answer insane.

The leap,

the tightening gut, the wistful game play.

All for a chance,

to get

Home.