Distance

The truth was a serpent sliding between the vines

Hope was lost in the darkest caverns of your blackened eyes

I'll feel your lips in the wind that grazes my cheek

And my fingertips will trace all the spaces between

My relentless fear of disappearing into the sun

And your wholesome love for becoming wholly undone

The catacombs between where you lie and where I hide

The shadows between your body and my thighs

Somewhere between the babbling creek and the rain on the trees

Between the pillars and the stairs and the street

Between the Southeast and the Northwest, where we slept

We might just find the only thing we had left