whenever the summer sun
sets on the day,
and night falls and I
feel you drifting
away --

I remember your presence,
your laughter, your eyes,

across distance and time
and the starry night's skies.

when we're separated by
time zones, and space,
I think of the way
your hair falls in your face;
of your sunset kisses,
your smile, like champagne --

my gods, how I wish
we could be aeroplanes.

  (like jet engines, going
   no place in time --
   no clouds, no turbulence, just
   altitude & wine).