A Travel Story

It is midnight. Thirty minutes from now
We would be as naked as we were the day
We were born. Tonight we will be
Born again.

My hands would reach for you
But – not yet. My eyes will meet yours
And bridge the distance
Until you cannot take it anymore
And you will take my hands to
Where you want them to be.

My lips will be all over you, an oasis
For this parched traveler. I have travelled
Many miles for you.

I am a blind man. I will read to myself
the Braille
Of your body. I will listen to your
Echoes and find myself.
I will feel my way around
You. I will feel
my way inside you.
I would feel-

My lips, occupied by you,
Cannot speak. I will let
My body
Bring you to places
You wanted to go to.

I will show you the Eiffel Tower, and then
We can take a trip to the waterways of Venice.

We will take heaven
For ourselves, angels be damned.
They can watch if they’d like.