distant though inseparable, they languish
in time . . . is it the appointed hour? she
subdues her own urge to call him fifty
times each hour; he, as though on hunger strike,
ignores his own impulses as though they
were deceptive messages from sinister
adversaries (impatience itself their
nemesis). they get together only
monthly, and their cravings mount as soon as
sated in the moments stolen in coy
hotels partial distances between them.
something like quantum entanglement binds
them impossibly together across
distances for which planck could not account.
David M Pitchford
28 Jan 2012