Distance takes its time, the shoe unlaced, the shirt
unbuttoned, in the bed or the embrace; and like the want
of weather, we walk away or come close with conversation
or desire -- both to which we turn an earnest ear
or a hungry, mute mouth, buttoning and lacing, fast or slow
either the one of us or the other.
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