counting your eyelashes,
i reach a number close to
the number of kisses i press
onto your fingers.

stroking your face i play my
hand on your cheek and run
my thumb along your lips.
they part, and i inhale sharply,
breathing out in relief as your
lips and taste my skin. there is
something in your eyes that
cracks the glass between us,
melting it away into sweet
words. i can see them stare
at me so longingly. waiting
for me to leave my side of
the glass and meet you. and,
my darling, i will.