Reality Check

If not the sight,
Slight hairs, arm glisten
The vessels moving, heart bound blood
Touch and the bumps

If not the smell,
Long nights, high and hot
Moist, without touch. Tacit connection
Cradled...arms. Pressing.

Then, the words...
By phone and all alone, but not
The texts must!
Must! Statements. Boundless

Declaration and long gazes
holding, All knowing,
I, I, I do
I do. I do. I do.