I long for a gateway
a rabbit hole
to propel myself
through an intergalactic space

There
your hands will be warm
with pleasant promises

so that when you touch me
I can only feel
the purest kind of
wanting

There
you will lie next to me
and entwine your
veins with mine

so that we form
infinities that recur
like Mobius strips
inexplicable yet wonderful

Because
in this reality
your hands are weightless
grey shadows

only casting
an intangible presence 

fleeting,
forgetting

and in this world
you press your body
so imperfectly
against mine

a vast chasm between
your lips and my lips
a distance
only too jarring to be filled

Why can't it be
that you want me
here
as much as I want you
here