Across the space between us
the gulf between two souls
I brush you with shy gazes
begging for their return
I speak in stuttered phrases
out of tone and out of tune
trying to bridge the spaces
just looking for a turn
Seek me with your answers
to questions that I do yearn
your smiles are tales and fables
the wit I hope to learn
The landscape of false faces
I am happy to leave behind
the task that I must focus
is to ask for just this once
The tips of your fingers
to brush with those of mine
and hope those tingling promises
could say what my tongue can't
My pen won't ever mention
my keyboard refuse to dream
this story that I reckon
my heart doth really feel.
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