If I could love you, and I will, still
in a way we will always be far from mastery,
moving farther from each other, like we are two loose ends
where the air is still heavy on our cheeks.
We are like a long morning, with the coffee still on the
perhaps you are happy or perhaps
that soft silky bed of yours feels comfortable and in need of nothing
with all the pleasures suspended while no ground
You always have to go while my hand stays
grounded on the cup, a taste of roasted bean
I can't let you go.