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Daily Bread
A twist
in the pit of my stomach
reminds me
how hungry I am
for you.
And with arms outstretched
I'd send fingertips
over the land
for fractional contact
if you would just
attempt
to hold my hand...
I'm not some desperate romantic
trying to stir up
impossible dreams.
I only ask
for a chance
to dance the same song
again and again...
to belong
to your pattern...
Of working out taxes together,
discussing
how much it would cost
to replace our couch.
And sifting through grocery bags
as, in tandem, we store
every product
straight down to the ounce.
Maybe pick up the kids from school
and have dinner together.
No biggie...
It's just that,
I'm dizzy without you, partner
and only half alive...
I pray for familiar greetings
and warmer smiles
than that of which
I'm acclimatized to.
And I'm thankful
that somewhere
your incomplete lips
breathe the same.
That longing for the ritual
of laying together
and sharing space
every night,
every night....
Call me insane,
But it feels so right.
