A Roadtrip Vision: Homage To Gio Poem by A.Z. McCoy

Unknown roads, deserts pass through
Neural skyways, alacrity of surprise
In the words you type a world away
Your surprise is mine
So I wonder where time left us,
where the bus driver left
His schedule and letters, the stops
Left my heart beating,
Bumpy riding, all the while sleep cloistered
In Rapid Eye Movement

Could you know
You strung orbits
And killed my gravitas with a glance?
How I had been dead in lost
Friend's wake, unable
To find room for anything
Other than grief
How release feels?
In the moment you gave me,
Sweetly unknowing
Nothing happens otherwise

And now the maps and plans rise
And anticipation's sweetest torture,
What Flaubert and Proust knew
Never to be realized
Is real with you
Was real with you four years ago
When I made customary mishaps,
In search of a kiss
After seeing your velvet moves all day
Push the skies and seas into one

Auden wrote a love poem can't be reached
And maybe you agree,
But waterfalls always meet symphonies
When a star burns in glittering blackness
Just as the tide always reaches shore
With such stormy finesse
After reflected journey:
The moon reflecting this star
The oceans reflecting this moon,
A liquid light I see in your eyes

Don't let me dream anymore, sweetheart
There's nothing truer, you as Beatrice,
Lifting an inferno from my gaze
With delicate ringed fingers
You and the heat and my sweat
This summer neverending, swells of bliss
Cycles the land, song's delicacy
With you at all hours
Near and bright electromantic bouquet
The road quiets with thunder
Let me take your hand
For yours is a world away
And I've dreamt through long hours
Of working my way to you