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