Distance

Your eyes, your smile are here with me

Tangled in a bohemian rectitude 

Mocking the first response to distance

Like stale cigarettes used to voice your name

On the darken streets of which we walked

Your lips hanging low enough to curl

Begging me to close the distance

Between our teeth

And the distance 

between the streets we grew up walking on

Talking about one day, some day like a picture

Returning with another

rediscovering all you had lost

Juggling your consciousness and mine

And I don’t even know you yet

You’re just a surly smile locked in a red lipstick mystery 

Haunting my dreams to come by invitation

But by your own motivation to come

Riding over your skin like wanted bounty and

Begging me to attack 

Im falling

grabbing at loose tufts of your mania

Just to pull you close enough 

To taste your bitter departure turn to salt

Breathing in our sin over minutes and moments

And never catching ourselves 

The distance between the minute I fell 

And a moment I could never let go of

Cannot be measured in with anything, 

but wrinkles.

Those veracious little furls that smile with you

Near the ridge of your nose and cradling your eyes

They could probably tell you better 

that I thought I knew our story 

Before I even said hello