Here I love—
only little things keep us apart:
the flesh separating our bones
from collision, a dream,
the length of the room,
and sometimes time zones, though still little.
Even so,
I love you here in the distance.
Here I love—
I want you near and nearer,
inching into the centimeters
that separate us,
until our blood mingles
and we live and breathe as one,
like lenticels in trunks;
until our hearts\' reaction is chained,
bringing us together in both directions,
like churning waters gushing in uproar.
Here I love; wide and near—
Beyond the the things that keep us apart