Hand in hand

my heart rebels against its familiar containment. my body flees the country to meet yours. my socks and shoes i leave at my doorway and my tee-shirts and blue jeans stay in my closet. i travel without a napsak and without a name (for you know me not by name and therefore a name is not needed.) time peels away from my bare skin and falls to the pavement; a trail of seconds and minutes and hours and years. my mother will worry in the morning when she discovers my disappearence. the thought i let cross my mind once, and then dismiss and leave behind with the rest of the world. we meet at the horizon, when the morning rays climb the sides of the universe. hand in hand we watch the world alight and laugh at reality.