You [ . . . ] and I

The distance between you [ . . . ] and I is inches and fathoms and electric,

A product of intention and happenstance and the mind's tricks.

You are a baby dragon, a red-haired, green-eyed monster,

A tiny Godzilla of men's hearts,

With a child's innocence of what might be crimes,

and I am a young man in physical decline.

We must be the punch-line to a poem

Or the set-up to a bad joke.