Willing

You stand there, distant,
in the fragrance of your body—
my eyes begin to blur.
Will you not see me this time either?

Don't stay still, beloved.
I know I will find you—
within lips, in the depths of eyes, deep in the chest,
in an untouchable caress.

Have you stopped at the river?
How far have you drifted?
You know, even today—
I am willing
to cross an ocean of anguish for you.