lovely
she is.
unaware
and unavailable to me she is
long distance is the excuse
she is a recluse
when she falls into this
far away from me.
she's driving with part of me in the backseat of her life-
the thing that drew us together
she somehow gets to take far away.
but as i breathe in
i remind myself and her that our conduit of white fur is between us
as it always has been
and she sleeps better
and i sleep a little more aware
of the absence of the two.
sapho and i dream peacefully
each drunk in our own happiness
of what life used to be
before the rush of love
and the rush of puppy towards us..
there is no perfection better than the present
starry light.
like a broken record i testify my love
to awkward ears that can't
take me in.
i tell my wayward friend that i'm sensitive to the teasing
and she knows she can get me easy-
i'm a sucker for the tease
and she'll get the rise outta me like she wants.
after i unfetter on the floor
spilling my simple self all over for her to mop up
and laugh at.
she tells me she loves me
and likes to see me lose myself every once in a while.
though i'd rather like to keep myself more together in that sort of company
i forget the details of my better judgment as i pour over the ground that is only holding one of us up.
back to you my love,
may you soon come home to me
so that our four points of connection can meet once again..
