August

This job is heat and fire

No one understands your soul

Restraint is a constant
constraint.

Do  I really offend,
or expand?
Country roads, those signs, that house,
I limit it out?
or loose the idea so I can fit?
It's not too big, too small
where does the feeling fit in plastic and grit and
here's how
I'll curve your dents,cover your bridge and high your
laws.
Even the softness of my skin doesn't negate.
It carves the truth to meet it.
  so obscene, think how she sits
barren and bare in light.  Be real today, Love is
boundless and an exercise
No spaces in between hold me
She lays you out for ground work, Grace
All she doesn't know is in her eye. You looked hard.
Togetherness is gel and life and hope.
Togetherness is here, and yes you know,
I wrote this on the way Home.
                                      -Katee Myers