Let me just say

     (Yes I started with a cliché)

If there was love enough

Between the two of us

If there was love enough- we'd not

Exist in two books

     (And their respective films)

We'd simply easily

Be able to seek out / sustain / detain / arraign

Our presence in the other as they do

Those fantastical creatures- far nobler than

The both of us

      Let alone could we explain

     How I wake

     When you type a greeting to a mute and in-sleep-mode screen

     Something simple /  greeting / eating / meeting

     Unheard by sleeping me- unseen

     Yet rousing me from slumber as though- as though

     You gently reached and shook my shoulder

If there was love enough

Between the two of us

We would be real- busted out of pages

Cut out of celluloid reel

Reaching beyond the edges of the screen

We'd be free / flowing / knowing / showing

Flesh torched and tongues entwined

And coffee shared in mutual reverie-

If there was you and there was we

     Let alone could we explain

     How I know

     When you type a single word - sometimes one letter -

     That your world is wrong and your mind is worn

     And your heart is heavy with contention / tension /  incomprehension

    Unknown by me - untold by you -

    Yet telling you in turn "It's fine," as though- as though

    I seem to know your everything)

If there was love enough

Between the two of us

We would be under one familial roof-

Or at the very least

Camped nearby

Close enough to remove fear / enfold / unfold / behold

Protect from every holocaust-

Stand to

At every chance- stand to for love

     Let alone could we explain

     How you know

     To write in my voice and to speak through me

     To be- at every gathering

     Staring through mine eyes

     Our minds assessing / processing  /  possessing

     (And later tapping keys

     As though your hands are pressing over mine

    Writing together our new history)  

If there was love enough

It would be exactly like this

     (Between the two of us)