how much longer
could i touch her
or feel stronger fits
of smell bits of heaven
absences of hell then
of trysts of kiss

how much further
‘til the earth’n’all
its humanity’n’dirt’n
dust to ash to breath
again and back
whimpers out

how much never much
or enough someone always
cries silently before
jilted one tilted splinted dies
no bang no whimper

how much much simpler
one says christ
jesus god father hushed
and says i with touch her
trysts of kiss bits of heaven
absences of hell