You stretch my exactitude
by trying me under a hundred names.
I wonder which is your favorite.
Because the things you can touch
are the only things you can believe,
You question my nudity.
You doubt me with your heart
for you can't trust me with your skin,
too far apart for your hand in mine.
That last stanza sums up the pain of long-distance relationships with acute observation. It is the hardest thing to be apart from the one you love.
ReplyDeleteIt would be so fine not to have our exactitude stretched to breaking! Trust, closeness, are essential. You say it all!
ReplyDeleteThat old bugaboo absence .....
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