In days of distancing,
my body still
leans in.
Even though the space
is not breached,
I bridge the gap.
Forgive me
as I wonder
about you
at the edge of your shell,
counting the rings,
rolling you over,
tapping your belly
with a stick.
It is no use to tone it down;
the desire is too strong in
the ease of shared moments
while this body
at this time
today, every cell tingling alive-
breathing easy!
For us all.
My reach is forming still
in the field where we meet
beyond any possible harm
except love, that destroyer,
uncompromised
by any contagion.
Bless my forward heart
and join me as soon as you are able;
I’ll still be here,
grinning like the fool,
waiting–ready lava
here to there
magma joy joining us.
Found we are in sameness
recognized
amplified
into motion
in these hands.