Proximity Poem by Patti Masterman

Proximity

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Proximity-
My knee touches yours under the table;
Adults we are, a knee excites no molecules
In our experienced repertoires.

Proximity-
Shoulder to shoulder, in the airplane
Trained to be busy, to keep alive;
No time for sensation or idle daydreaming.

Proximity-
Two hearts beating, back-to-back, in a fertile darkness;
And a long gaping drop-off, just before the edge of forever:
Every cell too keenly aware..

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Georgios Venetopoulos 13 April 2012

His knee touches hers under the table; and mind is close to yours in this fable; a butterfly and a violet, in dark I stare, of color purple, a form in air, to care...

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