don't go in my closet
the distance between he and I is so great that
I can hardly see him anymore
"don't go in my bathroom, I don't like your ways"
I tiptoe around, not to disturb,
"don't go into my closet, I have my things just so,"
and I ask how can this be, these feelings from my partner for life?
"sshhh, don't talk, I have a headache"
I retreat making the distance one step further,
step by step, to the point where our love is now unreachable,
my heart, my body--untouchable.
but you have found the way to me, my distant love
the span between you and I is negligible,
miles of dirt do not change how intensely I can feel you next to me
"come into my life, I will give you love"
cautiously I offer my hand
"talk to me, permit me inside your beautiful heart and mind?"
I write, giving you entrance where no one has cared to be
I open my soul for you to see
word by word, thought by thought, I find you closer, until
totally yielding and entirely touchable
I can feel the warmth, the heat of your love,
across the miles I feel your passionate embrace.