April mouth

Your April mouth responds
like slow dial-up, in serene
I don't mind waiting
if you keep me coming, as a current
flowing, even in winter
holy notes, back of throat
like a warm pint

I spill out on your linen
we get lifted
in-breath and skin, soft sound,
you see me as a spark
as a hope between your hands
once distance, once 2x2
now-familiar
miles change to inches

Eau Claire 18