a lover's devotion

would you walk the distance if I asked?

called to you from 

this many miles away,

your tired legs, heel bites,

blistered feet,

and no promise of a lover who heals.

would you be so bold as to

cross the line

there to here

quench your wishful thinking

and drown 

in the light of my presence.

holy, holy.

and if I asked you 

to read my palms, would you

feign lines of affection

and call it fate?

like love is a promised thing,

and perform perseverance

for all the many times

I will walk away. 

and would you,

even if you did not have to,

build a ship, learn to set sail

to find shades of green,

dragonflies that gleam,

and give your life, 

if you were to fail?