Your open arms welcome
my free-floating spirit back
to your sweet-smelling grove
of sagging Meyer lemon trees
and a lush garden of gardenias.
Hugging you, anchors my voyage
from beyond the beyond—
where everyone is tattooed,
comfortably nude, drunk on life,
wearing nothing but a smile.
It’s an everyday world of pleasure.
Not one face of despair can be found,
But it’s nothing compared to your arms
around me in a loving embrace.