1 + 1

These thoughts are chasing

Through my dark-embrightened hazing of a brain.

Swift fleeting moments where all I think about is you.

 

Fleeting glances in the daylight are the times we get to touch,

Entreating dancers making  merry

Through long distances.

 

I wonder how we’ll ever stay contented

Separately.

Like swimming salmon, fighting madly up the stream.

 

Fate’s little flotsams dancing madly,

Twirling sexily.

Through this overflowing river we call Life.

Directionless arrows,

With senseless purposes, no reason--

Our love a musket gun,

Shooting straight into the heart.

 

We’ve both got work,

Supposed duties it would be no good to loose.

Entreating social lives and friendships

All so we can try and stay inside our sanity.

 

Can we truly be contented

With these excuses we’ve invented to stay so far away?

Knowing we would be so perfectly enmeshed,

Should we try to make this something strong-- Unbreakable?

 

I don’t know if that’s plausible or fair.

 

It’s just that,

Every time we talk or touch, for even just a lightening blink,

We’re reminded, both, just how much we care.

So why our awful, anti-magnetistic distances?

 

Why are we so far away from 1 + 1 ?

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[HB]

Thanks. I may still play around with this one a bit.