Long Distance Love

Please don't ask why I'm not washing these t-shirts of mine

- they still breathe her and smell of her hauntingly sweet presence

around the selvedges and all over the garment.

Please don't ask me to put oinment on these kneecap scars

- I made love to her resting on them, with a thousand different

blue, green, purple, red and white sensations.

Please don't ask me why a grown-up man should shed tears

- I last saw her in Dulles airport, with one last hug and a million emotional

rhythms falling to pieces, ending my trance and tune.

Please don't ask if this was some blissful union of two lovers

- I'll have no answer for that, but dear reader, I can express the movement

I feel in my shivering heart, if you choose to empathise with long distance love.