Jake

He carries his soul
in the roof of his hands,
like prismatic silk that
caresses my skin in 
a cataclysmic collision 
of wanderlust,
a digression created
among the borderlines
of the body's countries. 

The ease of symmetry
between travelling palms 
willfully holds no solid ground,
aspires only to wander,
aimlessly meaningful 
in the ingestion of culture,
haphazardly mirroring my
enlightened heart
to odyssey.