if i could stretch my spirit
to where you are, i would haunt you
through the door we call dreaming
but it is difficult to spin a strand of self
that far, so instead i will call you here
sculpted of shadow where i want skin
sometimes distance is distance
& sometimes longing feels a little bit like loss.
perhaps we will dream an us together,
want drawn by want to a place where desire
is answered by touch, tangible
& real as the weight of your mouth moving over mine,
the heat of your breathing.