Distance in between

If my fingers could touch her,
they’d tell her how much they missed her.
But not before embarking on a ride…
To a sweet world clocked with respite
and gasps of cruel kind;
where words have no place to stay
as they linger in the thick air above.
Silence wisely takes over,
only to be punctuated by love.
And skin will turn into extended territories
while sweat bead…