You
by c. e. poley
I want
to rip
the world
— in two,
And travel
far away
with you:
I want to tear a p a r t
the TOWN,
and lose my twice-lost heart to sound:
Without the w l
a l
s
of urban life,
Out on the cliffs
of
love
and
strife,
I rip the world in tw — ain with you,
And touch your face,
my only true
traveller,
lover,
friend,
and so:
the one who loves me,
makes me grow.
