Diana
Sam Russek
Tell me
can you feel
my voice
do you see me
reaching through
my fingertips
stretching past,
passing the ice
the land the air
between beat
of heart and
forward to your
distant soft-
ness of breath?
This poem is for you.
Can you hear
my pulse these goose-
bumps roused
coloring
anticipation of
skin and skin
this, mine and yours
of ours,
a bind, a bond
a being unbridled
in full embrace
of clear and gentle
together, our violent adherence
the seething force of we?
I’m closer now
sense me into here
next to and with you.
Breath me
into shape
our love.
Sam Russek is an emerging writer born in Connecticut but raised in Houston. His reviews and essays have appeared in Latinx Spaces and the Austin Chronicle, and his poetry has appeared in Paint Bucket. Find him at @mr_samrussek on Twitter.
