By Andrew Gitschlag    agitschl@miami.edu
Date: 19 April 2001

Engine Repair

Engine Repair

Her nails glide along the flesh of my back
As a skater skims the surface of the ice,
Rivers of love flooding the gates of my heart.
A drifter I am, solitude more familiar than company
The open road imprisoned my heart at an early age
Futility. I continue wandering
Searching, roaming our decayed Eden.
Seeking an answer to a question I can't even formulate
Questioning. Finding no stable ground to set up camp
Momentarily finding refuge between her legs
She is a sanctuary I must enter to renew my spirit
Experincing love, and tasting heaven
If only for a night, gives me enough strength
To continue down that endless road.