Dreaming Volumes

How long can this distance
haunt my sleep,
this dreaming of you,
to you, with you.
And each night all
that we have,
all that we speak,
though not actually
speaking... volumes
of need, with meaning
through distance
through night.
I look at your hair,
knowing how my fingers
want to become entangled
there within.
The look on your face,
the knowing in your eyes
from where I stand.
And we dream volumes.