Dave Bonta's short poem captures the rush of being in love, or in desire, while on the move. The speaker and a partner are "high on traveling," and the energy between them is compared to "a storm made / out of the day's heat." That image fits the feeling well: something that built up slowly through the day now breaks open into thunder and charge.
The speaker feels excited, urgent and tender all at once. The plea "hold my hand" is a quiet, ordinary moment set against all that intensity. The word "fanatic" suggests the bodies are almost devoted to each other, swept up in single-minded passion.
The ending turns the idea of travel inward. Instead of journeying toward a place, the two people become "places to come to." Arrival, as the title hints, isn't a location but the other person. The mood is breathless, warm and dreamlike, with the short lines and broken sentences giving it a sense of motion that never quite stops to settle.