POEM: a long-term art
here in the glow of you
the ache finds a new place
somewhere, somehow
distant from my heart
and i said: quiet
dont talk about the future
its funny that way
loves a long-term art
then patience for passion
or miles to temper
what fingers would fondle
that quiet words start
and whispers of always
turned laughter at never
the aching of distance
your loving imparts
-KH