O, how I despise distance.

O, how I despise distance.
That bitter wall, barrier, cage
against the swelling of my love.
It’s nothing personal.
But believe me sincere when I say:
that if all distance were
dissipated and all lands joined
like hands clasped in rapt anticipation
or prayer,
my thoughts would never stray
from my desire to be with you.

Your breath is my breath
and your skin my skin.
My heart is your heart
and the warmth that enfolds it
can perform this miracle
if only for the length of a dream
that speeds me off to sleep
and allows me to drown
in the sweetness of your everything.

But, o, distance, this I despise:
cage; wall; barrier; blockade.
that it should bar me from my nature
and find no mercy in its heart
(as it surely must have a heart)
to allow me one moment, one second
that I may wrap into eternity
and draw forth the dream into life,
paring down the miles and miles
that separate me from the home
of my longing.