Can never be. We are too
deeply imbedded
In the shells of ourselves.
And it is too immense.
It must be enough to say
hello
To a same someone each day;
Someone who will catch you
when you are falling
Or else not touch you at
all;
Someone who can hear your
smallest syllables slur
In life’s undertow and
respond
Just to that.
You must have that channel
Through which less than
blood but more than time
Flows.
Growing there is that
familiarity
That allows the eyes to
speak of all
Of the rage that seeps from
the submerging
That occurs everywhere else,
Yet speak of all that
comfort
That comes from a certainty
of being
Able to brush skin upon
skin.
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