How close do you think we are
How close can people grow
To be so near and stay so far -
A truth we both already know
How close can two people be
You can’t remove your birthday clothes
Can you get inside of me -
Or would you rather not impose
Just how close is close enough
Do you really care
You know that close-ups can get rough
If you’re going there
I’m locked up and so are you
How close can we be
I’d like to know what’s in there too
But we’re not meant to see
Here we are inside our selves
From birth until we’re dead
One can’t feel the other's thoughts
We’re stuck within our heads
Is blue you see the blue I see
Is hurt you feel like mine
Is love I feel the same as yours -
Why can’t we cross the line ?
Just how close is close enough
I’m afraid to see
I don’t wanna know that stuff
I fear it’s just like me
Skin to skin is plenty close
That’s how it should be
Any closer, I’d be you,
and you'd think you were me
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Edit March 23, 2004
Written December 26th, 2003
A contest entry
- Slipping by someoneweknew.
300 points, ended April 17, 2004, 40 entries
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Yes...I like this one, em...a lot... Wanda
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What a great description of intimacy and what it lacks. The things we withhold from each other are as important as what we reveal. Better to have a little mystery.
Jennifer -
Yeah, I know what you're trying to say. Even in the poem you seem to brush the surface of what you mean. No images, maybe that's the problem. I really hate making suggestions on other people's poetry, stories, etc, so I won't. But I definitely have had those feelings you describe. Is what is real for me, real for you? Or just enough? That's what art is, I think. Art sifts reality through personality. And calls it Holy.
Elle
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Masterfully done
This, my dearest Poet, is EXACTLY what I imagine my own other self to feel and to be ... We two really are "realistic dreamers"
Now I just MUST leave here ... otherwise I will stay forever LOL
Myra -
Is blue you see the blue I see
Is hurt you feel like mine
Is love I feel the same as yours -
Why can’t we cross the line ?
I really enjoyed this poem. Found it quite refreshing. I will have to check out some more of your work.
Edited on Dec 29, 11:47 p.m. because ''. -
I like the word flow. It has a feel of barely touching..a tentative reaching out but pulling back as well. Great imagery.
A question of trust and how close can you be without it.
Good job.
Daoine
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