Coping With Distance Poem by Graham Leese

Lurking in resin shadow, floating
In skin’s cloudspace; a distant sunset
And the shimmering ocean’s grace.

Seem to run through; thickness
In our air; hand unheld in the darkness-
The everlong trickle of touch.

Countries come, and they go-
Lands like open traffic;
So many miles apart, you
Treasure it. I close my eyes-
Force the streetlamps’
Middle eastern sun to fragment
Into pieces of you; compartmentalized

Like the rain with your taste
Placed carefully somewhere safe.