Exactly, how far is it to you?

nat-lipstadt Poems

1:12:25 9:20am nyc Exactly, how far is it to you? this is more than mere question, or a rhetorical poem title discard, consider it an interrogatory of the first order, a debate raging with every word successfully affixed from brain to fingertips, from my breathing to your heart, how far is it exactly, pray tell me, how these cords of words find you, are your lips bending up in a smile, need me a weather report, air quality, wind gusts vitals vital to yo! estimate how fast & conditions they’ll require survive/arrive in your eyesight well and be friended feed me the data, Heart Rate, Blood Pressure, SpO2, so I’ll know what condition your condition is in, adjust my words accordingly, send to this distance back to me awaiting, the necessary facts & figures to provide the finger stroke directional, do you need whispers or emboldened bold face to arouse the a spirit flagging, a shoulder shaking, a dozen red lipped chords of kisses and sweet everthings, that do not dissolve, dissipate or disappear instantly, but can be stored in a Ziploc bag, refrigerated, ready for gorging and disgorging, repeatedly, as needed, synchronized slow or hard, fast or soft, wet or dry. sweet or salty, savory or a blended mixture, an adjustable concoction depending on distance, time of day, tell me, the stuff that you accept with open willingness, or just begrudgingly all adjustable all shaped to your individuality elastic flexible but the schedule filling up fast so we can mutual squeeze into each others empire of empty so, ***Exactly, how far is it to you, to where you are being***?