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..
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I would like to translate this poem
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...