When I return from the business trip to Arizona,
I stealth through the house and to bed
Discovered –
A rustle, footsteps, the door yawns ajar
You slide under the sheet,
“Daddy, spoon me” you whisper into my ear
Your hips pressing against mine,
A bird perched on me sideways
Your valleys lean into my mountains,
Your Rhode Island into my Arizona
Your East into my West
we lay against one another
Your home into my away,
your forehead burrowed into my cheek
We lay together, our jigsaw bodies
mercifully melting towards our coasts
Once asunder by distance
but never apart