I’ve cut my tongue acroos
the burning jagged edge of you
and saw that you were
like the evening crimson sun
angry-bleeding its true colors
into the uncaring and hungry sky
I felt your truth in the clamped teeth
around my fingers
you asked me to leave my story
in bruises where none could see

walked away covered in summer rain
smelling of something sweet and wild
too full of these hills and trees and fireflies
ready to break open the road and find
whatever destiny lie buried secretly 
between those two yellow lines

all the while

knowing that I would need you 
again
and again
and again
to move against
whatever had failed
to keep us caged