Given To Distance

She grinds black pepper
on my tongue
urges me to taste her.

She is somewhere
the other side
looking back.

Says "touch me here"
but won't look
into my eyes.

When I breathe her in
she is like a spice
kitchen warm,

near to comfort,
sweet as a pudding
freckled with nutmeg.

But when I ask
"Do you love me?"
She answers with silence.