The distance between us
The distance between us feels like an iron cloud covering all my body. Could it be we were born to wander on opposite poles? I’m undulating river lying on your dreamlike Lazarus chest oblivious to my leafless twilight. I have patches of yellow planted on my skin that are not immune to cold. Today I sing you my melody The same as I’ll sing it tomorrow. Maybe you're too far to taste the gifts you’ve already savored from my wedding banquet. I do not care, my Lazarus. The distance won’t make me impatient. You sowed flower and new moon long ago on the clear surface from my tearful day. But now I do not know if I remember the color and texture of your hair. I don’t even recall your reflection in my eyes.