my mind is now
i breathe here, you breathe there
as it should be, because it is as it is, and no other way exists
but my body longs for your distant skin,
my eyes need your smile in their sights—
my hands reach across rivers and states to find your fuzzy warmth push against mine,
a wormhole of longing folding space
until i’m spun as thin as spiders silk
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