The roads that lead me home

Sifting through this landscape
stretched far and wide, yet few between
over canyons of bed sheets ripped and torn
and rivers of DNA seeping through
sweat, tears, and moans
a simple soundtrack to heavenly bodies
commingling, coexisting
from those five digit fingers
south of the border
to the rise and fall
of club hopping groove shaking hip bones
grasp no extension, simply yearn for construction
of something left decaying
build what was once left in ruin
only to let it fall
lost in entwined limbs and expressions of faith
64 inches of unexplored country roads
and back way highways
clothed in cotton fields
and groping forests of leaves autumn fell
in this land is where i belong
lost in its simple beauty
praying at its every temple
a feminine grace none could withstand
like a rolling wave of heat
it strikes at my head
waiting to pull me under its inflexion
its spell of arching mid stills
and bending archipelagos
this land was made for you and me
cleansed of absolute imperfection
abolishing all that once shaped its hills
starched and pressed for a new day
smells clung to it like incense wrapped wildly
this lands suns and moons
shine vividly and fitfully
simple egg yolks and vanilla beans specks
hidden behind clear spectacles of lust
and with every passing congregation
of a bass happy 3 count four beat
hips collide in measure
and lips, like oceans to coasts and cliffs
meeting warmly under the suns gentle guidance
softening the blows of breaths like winds kept contained
is it early enough to say this is what keeps me awake
dreaming of riding the hills of the San Juan
drifting in the seven seas of the untamed gulf
or simply grazing in the pastures of a Lebanon valley
i think its enough to say
that its an image that just wont go away