End of the Dirt Road

For Melinda Lee.


My love
like a tall slim street lamp 

illuminates each room she graces

barefooted and breathtaking  

in ripped jeans 

and quiet brilliance

Not far from her reach

a country morning hums

dinner plate dahlias burst

and untamed oak trees dance
against the sleepy sun's yawn 

Our minds tiptoe towards light  

still intertwined in last night's dreams

our bodies tangled in soft sheets

with no reason in the world

to rush awake 

A house at the end of the dirt road  

amid almond trees and wild gratitude

I fall into the bliss 
of finding the very woman 

I was born to love. 


~Alexa