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The key is to never notice
attention spans closing in
like second skins shimmering
an implied impeccable distance
from the ones long since free
of fabric barriers.
When two pulses hammer equal
building wavepeaks in the space,
that tiny hollow just between,
when there is no way to tell
who pumps what oxygen to where
anymore.
Simple physics,
applying a strive for connection
spread over the maximum amount
of you.
And still maintain the pressure,
the interlocked attention span,
now shrunken to moment fragments
and that shimmering second skin.
Circling a newborn universe
where we,
border blurred
equal halves of union,
take up all the space.
And this time, living the key,
everything adds up.
here--it's not easy to be clear about such abstraction, but you are very good at it. Your poem reminds me of a phrase I learned in college drama studies--the "willing suspension of disbelief." This is the notion that one can choose to let belief (or imagination) exceed logic so that anything is possible. It's such a poetic sensibility and seems at the heart of your poem. :)
- flowing around, over and in all available space within it's container. The liquid that is your two lovers taking on the shape of the universe that holds them. A unique perspective of being together, yet apart. Sometimes, I wish the barriers didn't exist.