Away

Just 320 miles of canal-lined, mustard-sewn,
river-dug, mountain-handled
lands, my sweet-
but though the stars stand light
years away, they twinkle
side by side
, love

a crackling connection spreads
across
wires and wireless poles, yet
you lay next to my earlobe
love, whispering
me to sleep.
we may be waiting
,,,,, but remember my
dear, the sweetest
of mangoes take years
to ripe.

hush my love, let us
not count the
moments


ago
you last touched
my hands-
i'm here now
love, he says,
fingering a tumbling lock, fixing
a peck. the love deep in his eyes
twinkling
like wine
and starsmixedtogether.