Monday Poem: At Least Forever

At Least Forever

It takes a moment, it takes a season,
it will take at least forever or longer,
to close the gap between this fingertip
and the soft reassurance of your skin.

But I can wait, listening to you breathe
between each eternity and forever
it takes to get this close to you
and I can wait for the seas of time

to dry up, turn to dust and pour
on down though the glass bulbs
of every single moment that passes
like a grain of sand through that narrow tube

that separates then from now
as it still separates me from you.