will remain nameless for now

Wake to the somber sounds of Austere loneliness,
The machine of warmth shines through my Hotel window,
My polished indifference crackles with the chants of the road,
The landscape sways and bends releasing a pulse like a tone in my throat.

Ample idyllic home is far away, too far for now, but soon should be with-in reach,
A blunt ache penetrates my cells waiting to be in your arms again,
Your paradise is my garden, where our youth lives eternal,
Traveling down 97 south heading for my next destination -wanting.

There is a bible in my draw that speaks of compassion,
In the light of the highway I see I was the only one to have read it,
Steaming road fumes intoxicate me as I drive to my blissful retreat,
Soon we, as one, can be dancing with the future of lust, soon very soon.
On stormy day’s my lover’s embrace is all I need-