A muse, Always on the run. Feted spaces, carefully milled sharp traveler's lean in with an eye For ponders rich With what each, they can relate. I am too, another version of you. Nestled between us A blank slate. No errors Nor fools can we make Just makers of sons Who'll give to daughters tomorrow The bread, today we bake. Read aloud these penciled lips But speak- To glimpse, the sound of your own voice. Let pose, a pose left thought upon. And I'll be gone, but bound forever to you In a time where only our compassion meets To breathe together With one lung.