Your heart is unchartered territory
the blip near the moon
only visible after an eclipse
plump with mystery and whatever trumps love at first sight.
Mine is Mars
a long, long way from here
lit from within with its embers, little pots of gold
and leaping beyond myself at least once a day.
Are you the Promised Land or does it stretch between us like
a welcome truce
a lifelong prayer
that feels like home.