Travel Boots

My longing for you is rivalled only
By a longing to lace up my travel-boots,
Let their leathered soles lick up unfamiliar earth,
T asting layers of dust piled between their grooves.

And sometimes, lethargic and lacking sleep,
My heart drives my soles towards your arms,
To the place where I can lay my boots, and
I am lifted off my feet.

But soon I must land on solid ground,
Let go the love of interlocked hands ,
For the dust-laden soles of my leather boots
Share the longing that lies in my soul.