And, I quote Hafiz, I lean as close to you with my words as I can

 

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You are far from me, my eyes starve to see

the fold of your long body, legs crossed, lazing in your chair

the grace of your almond fingers on my oh-so-pale skin.

 

You are far from me, I pen silken words to caress

your hesitations, soothe your injuries

to lure you over immune, adamant miles.

 

You are far from me, my loneliness catches

on the edge of your photo laughing with your son,

father and son wearing white, loving each other.

 

You are far from me, I dance alone

to the memento of your laughter surprised by

this dirty life’s astonishing pleasure

 

You are far from me, I can only embrace you with words

can only taste your love in memories, caress

a bitter pleasure listening to your deep half laughing voice,

'What’s up, Moons?'

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Sharon Lopez Mooney, “And, I quote Hafiz, I lean as close to you with my words as I can”, from Muddy River Poetry Review, ed., Zvi A. Sesling, MRPR # 23,  Fall 2020, Brookline, MA