Longing, We Say, Because Desire is Full of Endless Distances

by Despy Boutris

Longing, we say, because desire is full of endless distances.
—Robert Hass

I want to tell you
about that night

I can’t forget,
about the musk

of the cornfield
where you & I lay

from dusk to daybreak,
with your sharp thighs

shearing mine
in our nest of husks

& leaflike things—
& the seawater taste

of your skin,
the scrape of teeth

against lip, your fingertips
meandering

down my spine,
me fingering the flesh

beneath buttonholes,
losing ourselves

in lungsounds,
about your skin

glowing
in the moonlight,

about your kiss,
pressed

to my collarbone
& forehead & wrist,

but, really, everything
I want to say reduces

to the entirely
simple fact

that I wish
you were here.


DESPY BOUTRIS’s work has been published in Copper Nickel, Ploughshares, Crazyhorse, AGNI, American Poetry Review, Gettysburg Review, and elsewhere. Currently, she lives in California and serves as Editor-in-Chief of The West Review. Find her online at despyboutris.com