in this world of motion
and distance if I could
surprise just the smallest piece of you

if I could buy you a house on a lake
a home built of logs�������throw wood split
with my sweat into a fieldstone fireplace

to chase the chill at night
in the front yard, desire's wild tree
would grow apples and apricots

if only I could surprise the smallest
piece of you as we woke in the morning
and laughed like the loons

the winds through the windows
would pound our bellies like horses


�2005 by PJ Nights