Exit HeRe

i love you like a biscuit
melted soft and heated sweet
the sign post marks the distance
30 miles, twenty feet

with each passing gated farmhouse
each long-tongued, wagging cow
i water for the taste of it
only 19 miles now

the buttered, floured memory
of your golden yellow kiss
has left me as a beggar
wanting more, tasting bliss

1 mile left to your truck stop
i can hardly feel my feet
as they lunge onto your doorstep
your smile, my hunger
let's eat