he told me
we don’t touch enough
which made me think
does love get arthritis
with age and apathy?
do fingers hands and elbows
get thoughtlessly stiff uselessly
gnarled avoiding necks and
forearms then apologize for
a graze of shoulders
or a bump of knees?
my simple remedy seems
to not just wait for moonlight
but hike daily over fields of flesh
up hills of bone and muscle
to sprawl on its grasses
hold and sift its soil
to not rest till
I find my cheek
laying
on the face
of your mountain