Soul’s Corridor

I can take a walk 

through your soul

forever and still not care

whether my feet are sore.

While I take that walk

today, sit back, relax,

and stretch your legs on

mine while I soothe yours.

To me you mean more;

right now let my needs 

be ignored by your own

selflessness mon amour.

I assure you that I am fine;

just feel my touch for the

millionth time as I gently

knock upon your corridor.

—JG  ©2026