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an ode to proximity

 

distance makes proximity all the more sacred. the sacred makes distance fall away.

 

proximity

 

i like myself best

when i am quietly dissolving

into the magical space between

atoms and molecules and light beams

 

when poems and songs

drip from my lips like the thirst

which quenches itself with only more thirst

 

i like myself best

when my arms are heavy with longing

and my clavicle is covered in your blessed kisses

 

even when the weeks feel cruel and relentless

and the scheming and the dealing hangs heavy

over our sacred bed

 

you offer up your tender trust

and we fly into that unrelenting miracle

of deep time, wide space, endless heaven

 

i like myself best

when you are near

 

and i am sure that this is living

 

 

photo by Emily Paige Townsend <3

photo by Emily Paige Townsend <3