Where can I be, and also be with you?
Where, when, is the chance for
Your body next to my body
Where I might hear your heart, your breath
When I might touch the reality of you
My daydreams and I coexist
Peacefully enough, holding hands
But squinting in sunlight when subjected
To reason. Where can I be
Except lost, who can I be but yours?
When do we rejoin, colors upon colors,
Noise upon noise, chasing each other
Into ever more secluded chambers
Of heart and hill? I would lay
Dying in the cloudtops, before
Putting one toe onto an earth
That no longer supports your weight.