the probable future

I'm living the probable future
that I plucked from my ceiling the other night --
it's warmer than the rain.

the airport in the afternoon --
lazy and slow, burning with anticipation
your embrace - more treasured than my mother's embrace
lasting longer than a thousand lifetimes

I don't want to let you go.
„it's so good to see you, „ I say
for the first time in all of the forevers
that I lived through alone in my head
your hands - ghosts on my waist, on the

small of my back
dip of my spine
my jaw gently cradled on your beautiful hands
your eyes gentle
you, loving.

it's warmer than the rain,
the gentle promise of coming back, this time
in days, not in months
in tens of kilometres, not in thousands
and the longing so much more bearable

„I missed you so much, „ I say
and, for the first time in forever,
the eyes that burn and the mouth that holds --
a touch away.