For You
You are far away.
How could I not know it,
longing for your body as I do?—
the softness of your kisses and your flesh,
the solace of your shoulders.
Distance is a kind of God
we pray to without an answer
and so I pray: Grow shorter, miles;
less vast, ocean; less boundless, sky.
All day I put my lips to screens,
and postage stamps, I am all hunger
and mouth when I long for you.
And God?
What is his email address?
Is he on SKYPE?
What is he thinking
when I blow my kisses
into the air?