His and Hers
The touch
that spans length and difference
I feel the distance
that he holds captive in heart and logical head
one reach, one touch
one hold, close to my moment that could have been ours
if he would let go, only to hold on
I watch as the distance grows in span
lover becomes friend
as the the space grows larger
the bed, a place of intimacy
turning harshly into the visualization of solitary soliloquy
Duet sundered into a separate counterpoint of series
his and hers spots, molded into mattress
a third spot in the middle, forcing itself
inches, to feet to miles
A universe of failure, still filled with love
that changes, the kaleidoscope of passion bleeds color
into blue filter
eyes close, smiles capture all the fleeting moments of divinity
only to draw back to the place of
aloneness, bereft of intimacy
but love of loyalty
Best friend. Husband. Loss of self.
Unit connection, if only their hands could touch
But love, always love
