The buzzing heat
Of strained electric breath
Sears my ear
To your lips
Two thousand miles away.
I tried to move
The particles between us
By flapping my hand
A naked, aero-dynamically
Challenged bird
With too many wings.
It didnt work.
You didnt feel the rush
Of my fingers
As I imagined them
Brushing past your face
Maybe stopping there
In some less awkward motion
In some breathless,
Blood warm future
With soft edges
Oft seen in sleep
Where there are no more miles
Only inches, or
Slow centimeters
And then, perhaps,
Not even those.















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