The Bridge

by Dieu

Your neck, wrists, arms, knuckles, fingers, the crease and fold of skin where your thumb connects to your hand; the way your body is bigger and different from mine makes me want to know it more, every particle of it which I wish to intermingle with the particles of myself. The impossibility of it makes the clarity of the desire echo through me like light through a prism.

The space in between our two beings is under the steeple of all our longings and questioning, and I don’t mind if the distance is still there, for we are each a treasure map, with signs and symbols leading to the gold hidden to one another.