twist away from me

and you've never been closer.

we're connected by our palms

and i feel the sinking in your back

mirrored by the rising in my chest.

we stay together.

you turn to face me and we are more apart

a valley in the space on the bed between us

but our palms are still interlocked

and now our fragile eyes find each other.

yours aren't red and unfocused,

mine aren't turquoise and wet,

and with the best of ourselves laid out before each other,

the fragile eyes, the fragile best,

our palms reach against each other's.

we stay together.

shadows littered your doorstep

we crossed over before we met.

we stay together.

we found each other in your space

that i spent weeks looking for.

we stay together.

fear crawls into your bed and nips at our feet,

hand holding a portal to a foreign land,

your name is echoing against japan,

rattling between our palms until august greets us again.

this time together.

this symphonic adieu tugs you out of grip

and i am in your space

and you are in your space

yet we are not in the same space.

but we are together.