Poem: Close

glass jars

Close

Glass blocks
distort.

Distant music
distorts.

Distance itself
distorts.

So lean close.
Let me feel your heat,
your heart,
the clarity of your breath as it catches
at my touch,
every truth of your soul
as it becomes one with mine.

About this poem

The woman I love has just taken off to work.

I am listening to a distant friend’s radio channel, Twisted Road Radio.

I stumbled on the picture of Glass Jars that I took a year ago this morning.

From all that, this love poem.

Tom

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