Closer

She sits atop her fence,

Dangling words in the breeze

While I wait across the street,

Hanging behind the tree.

Fingers can’t find their way over

Syllables

Just like her smile remains

A flash of sun

But never lightning striking earth.

Not this flesh

Not these bones,

Not the spinning dance

As she pirouettes between land and sky.

My only touch,

The closeness of a whisper

As she leans in to confide

I taste the fire in her lungs

Burning through my skin

An unsigned treaty

Between sovereign nations

Of who we are

And what I long to do.