the sound of your breath
as i kiss your neck

the room is empty
heaving in the silence
that your absence declares

unimaginable

the distance between us

think of all the

roads
hills
homes
trees
rivers
cities
towns
and
cinemas

my touch must go through
to get to you
when we lie

in this state

the twirling of piano keys
brushes on the skin of a drum

turn in slow circles
like the ones we create
while holding each other

now i wait for the world to turn
enough times to get to the day

i can hold you again