we sit across from each other and talk as though timeandspace never existed in a crowded bar on a subway train in a Spanish café thousands of miles away: touching lightly
breathing heavily
wanting
always
wanting:
lying naked face to face lips on your forehead fingers tracing your curves then sliding within...a desert alone with a bottle of rye and a portable typewriter t.v. with rabbit ears: awaiting the passage of years
until I die again
and embrace you on another plane in a crowded bar or maybe at that café in Spain...
