Perhaps you may never know this thought of you tonight.
For three days I have felt the growing miles. The numb distance
of all Inter-States. The blurred cross-roads, profusion of town,
city, and further boundaries pulling you always East beyond
any sunrise to check this darkness.
Too many people and places I only imagine anxiously
crowd in random, harsh geography between us. They arch
and snarl darkly at my secret desire.
Here at home scenes and places pass by of you, smiling,
head cocked, eyes deeper than love itself drawing me in, further in.
This truth remains, longing requires us (since there is only this one now).
For reasons we no longer can choose to ignore, or have decided not to.
Then the recalled ease of your lips, your sweet urgent tongue, the touch
and press of narrow hips, thighs, the almost unbearable wish for more,
even more of you. To vanish with stunned pleasure into one another.
Into more love still, inarticulate songs of caress, the imperative pounding
pulse, the rush of nova-bright heat—companion suns fiercely exploding together—
At a glance, in all directions sizzling light of one another’s bright burning.
Tonight we wake apart/together into absent need.