The photograph is worn

where my fingers rub your lips.

It is gummy where I taped

it to my monitor.

The corners are creased

because I carry it in my pocket

When you feel a warm breeze

across your cheek

I am looking at you.

When the blanket is to warm

and you push it off,

I an holding you to my chest.

When you smile and don't know why,

you are pressed between my prayered hands.

I hold you and fold

The earth like a map

to bring you close to me

I hold you and squeeze the globe

like a sponge

and smash mountains under prairies

to bring you close to me.