The Miles Between Us | Stefn Sylvester Anyatonwu

POEM 351: THE MILES BETWEEN US

i have come to realize that

i always love that which is miles away

from roving copters and floating trains

my inability to commit to that

which is as close as my nose

to my face than my toes

the fear of holding love in scarred hands

and having it too close

it becomes thorns, this rose

so i let go of the gold at hand

and reach out for silver at bay

could it be that i love the thrill

of love found across gleaming oceans

of starlight plucked off the sky

instead of settling for candlelight?

could be there lies safety, by default,

that distance makes heart overtly fond,

but distrust stares me in the face

and whispers, 'heartbreak is your fate'

though goodnights awful be

because cuddles i wouldn't feel

but the love that burns inside

covers many a thousand miles

from where i dwell to where you dwell

is a bridge that spells out our heart

in letters that wear the shape of trust

and hum the vocabulary of love

but why do your lips tremble

whenever the tingly strings are pulled?

shouldn't the miles between us

be a never slacking bond?

and why do i over words, stumble

whenever the chords of passion are pulled?

but what i feel pleases my soul

this ours to share and own

from the streets of Uyo

into the suburbs of Aba

Imma, i'd love to know,

would you love me from afar?

#365DaysOfPoetry

#Pengician #SSA

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