The Bridge

Written by: Dort James

I want you now
with all my heads
my eyes hands lips and
you are my lungs
my thoughts my tongue
my serious and my
singing sentences my
constant compass south
north west and east
though frigid
poles apart the ceilings and the
walls of holy church or
humble house
and I am ever near
to you and should we be
nine worlds removed in loves
eternal span the worlds
ways are a universe
far flung from us as
we in day
dreams hold
each other gentle
tight and