There is
the closeness
then
the touch,
light pressure,
gentle heat,
a sublime dance
between tongues
hungry and eager
yet easy
and calm
as the moist
emotion seeps
into each
in the awed breath
and the rhythmic
beat now
synced.

There is the
closeness
between breasts
and palms
and mouths
and thoughts
and fears
and worries
and wants.

There is closeness
strangling us
in this net
entangled
by our hands
reaching in desperate
hesitation
to hold
and pull
yet ultimately
only grazing the surface
only barely hiding
the turmoil
beneath.