Ebb

I am ill, at boba's, restless and trying to let the rise and fall of his chest against my back, the swirling smoke from dying ambers, kings of convenience on low lull me.
but I am restless.
with thoughts of faraway
somewhere between south asia and the atlantic
faraway
with thoughts
of mind meeting heart
heart meeting body
his heart beats so his body touches mine
and it is as real
as his warmth on the nape of my neck
but I am not here with him
to meet him with the same realness
I can only meet him in mind
and even this, is but a hearty claim
I will love him if he was here
with me
somewhere faraway
between south asia and the atlantic.
And I will rise and ebb gently, persuasively, lovingly
so our hearts will be lulled.