Poetry

In these languid, hug-free days
of strictly enforced distance
my head against his heartbeat
delivers the echo of my footsteps
on the road home
this small act of communion
is the ground that brings me
back to my reference point
current passes between us
telegraphing messages conducted
through physical connection
this, my safety plane
providing the earth for my system to rest upon
the circuits click with the press of lips
transmitting…