by Sharon Ashton

We are apart, but are not separate;
The shifting distance between ex-lovers
Is not something easily measured. Let 
Others try to judge a love that covers
Space and time bounded by us. Let them try
To gauge from a beginning of long sweet
Kisses, mouth against mouth, thigh against thigh,
Through longing for each other’s breath and heat
To an ending made endless by two chance
Collisions, two clusters of cells that grew  
And unfurled into limbs of girls who dance
Between us and bind me always to you. 
    Those who would quantify love such as this 
    Must first measure true the course of a kiss.