Tiny Space Between Us

"What is that?"

"It's a tiny space between us.
See how buoyant,
how fascinatingly sponge-like?
How it warms the chest?"

"And this?"

"What?... this?"

"Yes, that?"

"Are you sure you want to know?"

"Yes."

"It's how I feel about you.
Feel it?
How movable it is,
how sensually shapeless?
Do you see the infinite possibilities?
Do you hear how it vibrates in your ears?
Do you feel it in your lungs?"

"Keeps me breathless."

"Does it keep you awake,
heavily dreaming,
lightly fantasizing?"

"Yes... hardly sleeping."

"Then just hold me tight.
Put your arms around my body.
Kiss my lips.
And end this for both of us."

"But, this tiny space between us..."

"Mysterious isn't it?
Deliciously deceiving.
Just inch your way into it.
Not too quickly.
Stay confident."

"It separates us!"

"No, this separation is imaginary.
Hold my hand."

"I'm scared."

"But you're looking into me now.
Can you feel my eyes?
The pounding in my chest?
This separation is falling away."

"I'm resisting. It frightens me."

"It's simple,
only skin touching skin,
lips pressed together,
a slight wetness on the mouth.
Intimately being,
tenderly touching,
in exploration,
endless possibilities,
embodying imagination."

"It feels so good."

"I know."