1 minute reading time (162 words)

social distance

i thirst for words

from the well of your mouth

to wash through me

fill me

with the matter of your spirit


tell me,

did we connect?

our faces flat

on a screen that distills contact

into distance?


the curve of your back presents itself

to the nape of your neck,

hair, the smell of wet stone,

forehead, flesh-covered dome

resounds with story,

rounds of eyes sculpt

an intention – shuttered in sleep,

they swing open at dawn,

as you lay on a furrowed bed.


and because i grow numb

without you at my side

i will tell you

how my feet feel on the floor.


i thirst for words

from the well of your mouth

to wash through me

fill me

with the matter of your spirit


bring us all back together

bring back the whirl

of dervish conversation,

bring us the summer

of our intermingled breath

bring us back to that

remember us

re-member us

deliver us


march 28, 2020

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