i jumped ship
to receive, i left
the port behind, to
buy more port on
the way home.
every time you
fall into my eyes, i
fall into yours.

i make these things
with my hands that
were made to touch
you, that were made
to hold you. i hold you
tight to me, i hold your
skin against my skin.

i kept my tongue clean
while you are away,
and when you were away
i kept my lips soft and
i keep returning to the
feeling of elation at the
end of an extended
period of separation.

you sit inside me, and i
sit inside you, and when we
are away i miss you, but
i know that two days
and my mouth can
skip along your neck
again with ease to
know you are here.

and this makes existing
sweeter than any berry
i've ever eaten.