I feel the distance dissolve

Speaking to you on the phone
I can't lift my mind
Up off the carpet
While it is filled with the weight of your breath and lips

I feel the desire as I feel the void
I feel the distance dissolve like
The curling black smoke of rubber burning
Leaving a paw-shaped print on the ceiling

[Jim Carroll {1949-2009} 'Long Distance', from Void of Course]