There is a distance

There is a distance

A space filled with expectation

A wonder of imagination

Wrapped in a thick blanket

Warmed by the touch of soft skin

The hairs on the back of my neck sing

There is pressure

It grows in the application

Of interest

The smell of attraction…fear

The rejection of past mistakes

White flags waved

Before the issue of surrender

Has been identified

So many unused molecules

Floating galaxies

Of cosmic dust

Filling the void

As deep as a grave

Full of loose soil

Suffocating the spirit

Sinking in quicksand

Feet have a mind of their own

Heavy is the weight of their tread

Away or toward an approaching storm

Never knowing which

Is the right path to take

Reaching out pulling back

Feeling the draught of a close call

That might have changed a life

For good or ill

Hold my hand

It is a good first step

Toward enlightenment

To break down a wall

Without a keystone

We just need to remove

One brick at a time