Once a stand-in for love
When the real thing
Couldn’t make it in time
To soothe the bad ache
Numb the pain away
The good ache is the kind
You don’t medicate
A longing deep
Into the bones
From a kissed conversation
Connecting souls
Where music creates poems
Poems create themselves
Outstretched muscle
Limber thoughts
That ache me good
When you’re not near
