Distance
Distance
Like flowers turn towards
The sun
Like moths brush wing tips against
The lit bulb-
I am drawn to you.
The way embers glow warm
But lack the fire’s flame-
I feel your absence.
Between my lips and yours
There is distance-
Between your strong gaze
And mine the miles stretch out
Like open highway in
The sun baked desert.
I feel the ghost fingertips
Of your touch on my cheek,
My shoulder, my knee-
I shiver;
Though you are not near.
And yet I shut my eyes,
Bridge the gap,
And picture when we will be
Together next.
It is never soon enough.
RLJ