Your form is clearer than water when
I close my eyes - dots, spots, crinkles,
and all your smiles - despite the distance
of a thousand miles,
but the distance of a thousand years
will snatch every day one tiny detail -
toe, smudge, fingerprint, white spot on a nail.
Had I been blind when I found you,
and let my palms eternalize your pulse,
your breath, the warmth around you, the
contours of your kneecaps -
these sensations and not those sights -
you might have lingered endless eternities, and
I'd last a thousand fights.