Being apart causes
ache for me 
like the cold 
that settles deep 
inside of bones 
unable to locate
its precise location 
where to apply 
a warm towel 
a hot shower 
hardly ever helps 
like your letters
that do comfort 
but once read
that gnawing chill
returns like the 
frosty winds of 
November reminds me 
that summer’s gone 

Lips two curtains 
hiding the window 
of your smile 
they part frequently 
when around me 
either to laugh
or tell secrets 
or express passions 
unlike your eyes 
which divulge everything 
with a glance 
your lips hesitate 
they pause think
cautiously and carefully 
before they continue 
they often conceal 
and when closer
open like shells 
and let out
sighs like the 
delicate humid winds
of seaside hamlets 
moist slightly salty
and always warm 

And now 
as candlelight 
dances and 
plays about 
your body 
nightimes shadows 
stand in
corners watching 
afraid of 
coming close 
lest they 
disappear in
the light 
not unlike 
my smile 
when upon 
you I 
do kiss 

This slowing down 
be it dance 
or maybe life 
and oh definitely 
love creates the 
illusion that it
or anything or
anyone will last
but last lasts 
only as long 
as so long 
and never longer 
so drink from 
whatever cup is
present and presented
because later likely 
will never come 

When I think 
of him happiness 
washes over me 
not a care
do I have 
with him for 
trust and truth 
are the siblings 
to our love 
I know that 
he will think 
not would I
but of I
before he does 
anything for we
and not I
or even he
are always together 
despite being apart 
one mind of 
one heart always 
of one soul