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.