Miles apart,
worlds away,
you breathe out,
and I shiver.
You bend forward,
and I lean back.
You touch your hand,
and mine quivers.
I’m a puppet
on strings of distance.
Your intentions
steer my needs.
Your thoughts
guide my desires.
Miles apart,
worlds away,
you send to me
my own earthquake.
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