Chesapeake Bay
she is studying cell biology
peering into our tiniest structures
to discover what makes the touch
of your lips to mine so perfect
she moves in slow motion
adjusting her hair one strand at a time
as I pen yet another love letter
to you, whom I feared I’d lost
I thought perhaps she was a vegan
until I saw the bone beneath her rice and beans
we’ve entered the Chesapeake Bay watershed
though the bay is 300 miles away
at the rest stop, she stretches
reaching up for the whispy clouds
I imagine your hands reaching for me
like the bay you affect me, even here
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Jason Crane
21 March 2014
Somewhere In PA