A Lunar Escape

Night waters warmed, rippled tides lapped
Against white sand-stars free-falling endless,
Softly nestling on firelight-emblemed bodies.

We are equidistant---- yet lightyears apart
You in aphelion, and I in perigee; yet love---
Let Love be known not in inverse proportion
( as once plotted by Astrophysics,
and by Hubble's cyclonic eyes)
To Distance--- but of yearning tenderness.

For tonight, your pale-glow touch
My llucent wavelets--- restless and wanting.
Many solstices waited I, at last you are near.

Let breathe our last words in orbit, for seconds passed.
This void in between, this darkness that separates us,
(Where love letters in a vacuum read, but not heard)
Soon shall be two astral heart's solitude---

My Dearest--- Near, and Far we are,
But never a sweet caress, till the gods say so.