Like strings tie us into impossible knots,
No one can pry apart our eye-contact...
And even when you weren't watching,
I was poking holes in your mind.

Distance is only a conceptual nuisance.
But what is distance to us,
When we share a soul?

I feel my heart beat behind your ribs,
I feel the steady tempo of my snare
Within your contrasting veins.

Mixing bodies, forgetting that we each
Have an ending.
All I know is somewhere in the midst of tracing you
There's a fine shadowy line
And then suddenly I'm tracing me.

Or maybe I was just tracing the same person all along.

Your light touch, gliding along my neck...
Air particles, dust wisps
Dead skin from sweating children.

Here's what I will do:
T-shirts and cologne
Hidden away in between your raveled muscles
So when you stretch your legs
You can feel my finger-tips
Tracing your calves
Wrapping around your heels.

And when you're here, bury yourself alive
In my bed. Between the sheets and feathers,
So when I want to cry at your struggle,
I can simply smell you in my clouds.

And when it begins raining,
I can see you leak from my pillowcase.

But once again, what is distance
When our minds stretch across oceans
And our love withstands society?