As You Leave for Texas

So you lumber as a plodding ox turning up
Fertile earth around you
Furrowing messy rows of
Tears and weeping

Your precious books left behind
The intellectual part of you lingers
That undecided piece which
Will cautiously wait unplanted in reality

Muggy air is temperate with thick memory
Dreaming of impaling fingered fantasy kinked
Between the rows of neatly feathered
Poems I penned and tucked in your side pocket
At our last
Rendezvous

Perhaps later when you have combed
The thin green hills of Texas and find the air
Too sparse
You'll read my ragged emotion
Scribbled with my pink tongue and wild ink
And you'll wickedly think of what was abandoned
Secretly wondering if
The rows of furrowed earth left under my feet
Are still etched deep with sweet fasting roots
Erotically exposed
With gaping hunger