that fleeting moment
at 4 a.m.
when I am shaken from a deep sleep
because I can’t feel your skin
against mine.
when my entire body hangs
suspended
in that silver sliver of time
is a tiny speck of fear
that reminds me
that I love when you turn over
and kiss my neck

two feet of space
2,753 miles

any distance becomes too much to bear

a warm bed as wide as the world.