Press Forward

Rushing into love
like there's no tomorrow
strings of words
to fill the silence of the distance
collecting charms
on chains around our wrists
flaunting emotions
laughter and
tears
on flat lit screens
loving
hugging...
kisses
cover the map of the earth
Yet not a touch
or a smell of you
Not a breath
on the sole of my neck
Not a finger
through my tangled hair
nor a stare
into the abyss of my eyes...
meeting plans
hang on the hands of time
fear of love sought
feeble restraints
crushed by pressing desires
endless roads
with no beginnings
designing short cuts
between now and infinity
absurdity at its best
as natural as nature gets