Inside a capsule of brilliant words
and silent laughter
gliding with the stars

Pulling out objects to
examine and angle a narrative
like describing the moon

I put my ear next
to your explicatives
and heard the drum
your heart

And sorted through
peices of your wit that
clicked together like
loose diamonds in my hand

I knew how close
one could get to another
without ever touching

Because when you said
'I would have liked to meet you on Earth'
I smelled soap and salt

Tara Crown

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/orbital-inertia/