I sit in a hotel room in Chicago
staring at three burning candles
wondering if you sense
this yearn for your touch as you follow
the endless stretch of highway
to the south
away from the deepest blue lake
the flat plains
and back to Southern dusty roads
away from the icy blast of wind
swirling through narrow alleys
chopping away at tall glass buildings
unable to break the
window I peer through
with my tear filled sight
wrapped in a burning
desire to hold you
once again
in the full embrace
of love.
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