I wonder you’re so present in my mind;
your body bides a continent away,
and our connection’s never been the kind
to prompt the lust I feel for you today.
But I’m imagining suggestive speech,
I’m fantasizing fired ecstasy,
consumed with blooming urgency to reach
across the space and time. Return to me
and I will amplify and echo back
with independence and possessive urge.
I’ll parry while I field your fond attack
and wrestle as we make the truth emerge.
For I can see our perfect love today,
as long as you’re three thousand miles away.

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