See the world through Van Gogh
Soften your focus and
look out your window

I can feel you
getting close
your breath picks up
muscles tense
your face twists
your beautiful
freckled face
into pleasure
you prop yourself
up onto elbows
and explode
back down
onto crisp sheets
quivering
sweaty
at ease
I can feel you
because I know
from across this city
you’re thinking of me

My lungs feel empty
Like floating in outer space
You’re the air I breathe