Love distancing

An inch of hair, a

Step, six foot.

The days used to be

Longer. And shorter.

A kiss, a punch, a slap

On the cheek or cheeks.

The whole is now distanced

From her parts. How will I

Touch you when I see you

In your living blood? What

Inch will I drink first? Will

Your hands be as bending

And long, my long lost friends

Telling old jokes with new voices

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