Propinquity …mmm Poem by kwane Lamb

How many times have you said…
I'm gonna get close…
I can feel me getting there…
It's meant for me…
Someway, some how, we, will connect…
And you meet, exchange wisdoms…
And …wam…bam…boom! …
You are both saying the same things…
But…you are on a different levels…
A different plane…so insane…
No, no connection at all…
That person was just not feeling you…
Well! Closeness is the better of the two…
A familiarity if you will…
An… inner understanding…
A secret of secrets shall we say…
Acquaintance with knowledge…
Undue intimacy…

How many licks….to the core of the (Tootsie Roll) …
Beware! …Closeness is more (then) just a dare…
It is not…I repeat not fair…
IT! Is truly a strange bed partner…
And yes…Someone you may not even know…
Student, beggar man, thief, …
The ship in the night stuck up on the reef…
A bird chocking on a leaf…
Happiness and grief…
With only one relief…
Love'em or Leave'em….
Is still the oldest saying and question…
The ball is pitched…

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