inbound

I want to place that holy pedestal,

the seat of the heart

on the highest mountain top,

the most distant star.

These shores, I will race through

laughing,

like it's a dream,

until I find the most remote

unreachable place,

and there, 

will I bleed my heart dry.

There, on a bed of hidden nights

and secret gazes,

I will lay a spread of sincere tears.

Intimacies and half-loves
I will forsake

as dust kicked up on the road

to that final doorstep.

There, I will wet lip with heartsblood

and speak its innermost secrets.

There, only there,

I will open the floodgates

and cast my heart out to the wind.