the ways that the candlelight
would illuminate the rises of your cheeks --
soft, sullen, sunken,
stretched, silhouetted.
the ways that my fingertips
would trace the point of your nose,
the fluttering frames of your eyelashes,
the ever-running ridges of your spine.
how you would speak to me
about far-off lands, gods and Greeks --
singing, sighing, searching,
sleeplessly, sightlessly.
the ways that your nails
would ebb and flow over the distant
distinct disconnected dashes of those
that dared to walk before those like us.
meager.
minuscule.
misplaced.