Why fight me when you are unwilling
to walk away with no lingering thought
When from underneath it comes spilling
an effortless need, we two have wrought.

It is no more than a road with two lines
down the middle because it goes both ways.
Highway has surpassed ancient railway ties.
A visit is no more than a bit of one's days.

It is no more than a gasoline tank,
Cars no longer use a crook with a crank.
Yet I remain here and you remain there.
With time, resource, and emotion to spare.

Our connection requires no correspondence
not by wire, nor post, nor letter by horse
Yet illusion creates our boundary by distance.

What blanket must cover this mind's eye?
to compel hesitant steps to walk beyond flames
to locate where pleasures and sweet affections lie.
Perhaps we'd begin by exchanging our names?