Omid;A Poem by Jimi BradyDistance is only a word.Structures; held longitude for hours. Taking each hand in my own like they’re wings on a firefly - wings that give flight to light; “Wish me well,” she said while I thought it and the way her smile caught it (she caught me); Oh, and she caught me, she did with ease, crossing fingers like a promise carved on each tree; each leaf, each vein and each green string, omid. You took the bird right out of the sky, you did, and you even found the one that I brought back home to tie a knot ‘round its foot so it could deliver a promise and a kiss, and god it was such a distance. That bird held a letter longitude for hours, to find you - to find a way for me to get through (to you, love… to you). Planes; held latitude for seconds. Upright she stood while I tilted in a daze, and I could feel her breath on my neck as we embraced. She pulled away and her irises caught mine - no sentiments aside, all passions alight - and I could feel her hands on my face as I brushed a tear from the place where her smile met mine; absent hearts united for the first time. Enveloped in her arms (and all of her - her voice and her smile, her eyes and the way I was hers as she was mine), running a delicate hand through her hair as I had done a thousand times in my mind. Her eyes inclined to mine, on her toes as she brought my lips to hers to kiss for the first time: once briefly to prove it real, twice slowly for the way it feels, and thrice entirely for the love that it yields. (So invidious, the distance.)
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