There's Something here between us

Something other than the sad, empty leagues of space

that lie with us on what should be love-stained sheets.

There's Something

between my warm belly and your too-far-away cold-turned back

that was once never facing me


on what was once love-stained sheets.

I could reach out and touch your freckled shoulder,

grab a mole the same way I could grab the moon

or a star.

There's Something here

in the so-harsh silence

sometimes broken by an eye-blink or silent scream.

You're not asleep.

Are you thinking of the Something?

There's Something here between

our touches and kisses and looks

and smiles -

sweet nothings.

Nothing's between my legs here where you would be

if not for Something.

There's Something here between us.