To touch my bowed head
Spiritual static dances across
The deepest chasm of love
The shortest distance between us
But you pull back -
Looking at your hand
Like it belonged to someone else
...or had a mind of it's own
Accidentally brushes my cheek
Pulling the sunglasses
From my face
Staring into my eyes
Like there were something....
Something more than me there,
Deeper, just out of sight
Transitory hypnosis
Your eyes closing
But still seeing - seeing more
You lean in
Touch your lips to mine
Then the world does fade away
Without a trace -
I don't even know if it
Ever existed at all -
Was it ever different?
Because I don't remember
And I don't want you to tell me
Falling down the chasm -
Falling to you
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