Our bodies are two continents severed by time
moving slowly towards each other;
the oceans between us sinking, the trenches
getting deeper. The landscape of our skin
shudders with this approaching.
Mountains forge and veins converge
like rivers charting a new course.
A current runs through the rough
churning out relics, insignias of distinction
blur – even a catastrophe is beautiful.
It will be long after dusk and dawn
cast their uneven light , a new continent forms
a million years it maybe, to discern how
we fit like a jigsaw puzzle – this longing.