I may have seen you
in a dream
or maybe it was not
as it would seem
distance plays tricks
on the sunset
time passes slow
when we bet
on it
words disappear into the vortex
of its wires
leaving behind a new set of fires
erupting inside on the drive home
creating scenarios that roam
in other realities
far from this one.

Distance is a shadow
that lurks in its silence
lures you into its domain
invents a name
a duet of some sort
a slide of metaphors

to break down each others’ fort.

It has a way of deciding your fate
can’t do this can’t do that
love evolves, transforms into
hate
until that day
when distance is a foot away
inches, this tempestuous day
and it is no longer the barrier,
but the glue
as you see right through her light blouse
and she sees behind your sunglasses
this notion is just another word now
as both your lips
taste what distance
flavour makes.