Night stretches long across the room,
its shadows gathering in corners
like unanswered questions.
too vast for a bed built for one,
and I find myself reaching
that lives hundreds or thousands of miles away.
finding mine in the darkness,
your fingers threading between my fingers
as naturally as rivers find the sea.
it feels as precious as oxygen.
The body has its own language.
It remembers the electric comfort
of another heartbeat nearby,
that pulls two souls together
until distance becomes unbearable.
for the weight of your head upon my chest,
for the softness of your skin
to become something deeper.
a fire that glows beneath the ribs,
that awakens when I think of you,
when I picture your smile,
when I remember the way affection
without either losing its beauty.
But longing is more than hunger.
It is wanting to trace every detail
not because the body is beautiful,
but because the heart inside it
has become irreplaceable.
caught between dream and memory,
between imagination and reality,
wanting the kind of closeness
that quiets every lonely thought.
my heart crosses impossible distances
curling itself around your name
like a man wrapping himself
the empty space beside him
will no longer be empty at all.
