Here, Not There

Come.
Sit.
Not there,
but here,
next to me.
Close
enough
that our thighs touch
and each sigh,
no matter how quiet,
can be heard.

There is too much time
apart,
too much day without
you, so
this moment matters
more perhaps
than you realize.

Here,
I can breathe you in.
Here,
I can feel the pulse of your soul.
Here,
I do not have to imagine the energy
that fuels you,
that fuels me
in a brilliant flame of joy.