Saturday, September 19, 2009

Close Enough

Be thankful heart of hearts...
for the way my neck can arch to find your lips,
for the skips in heart-strings that this distance is insisting,
you should be here, and I there,
... doesn't really matter where.

Be thankful soul of souls
for the way we bend like flowers towards eachother,
and every other early-morning-late-night hour,
that I spend each moment of floating in the open,
across the bridging distance.
You know, it's never really far.

It will never be too far for me to find you

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