Six Months Poem by Mountain Man

Six months in the cooler.
nothing is finer
than your kiss.
Kiss me in the morning, s light.
Birds a singing.

six months alone.
Six months a ticket
to purgatory
as we ride the bullet train.

Next dream
you & me
dancing by the ocean's blue
The skies write your name
in neon green.

Not a sound upon
the dark skies
but the beating
of two starved misty lovers in an embrace.

Six months seems like forever
without you.
You the better half of me.