We talked about my dying
And how we'd say goodbye.
Would it be at the very end
Sharing a last breath
Or when love is bright
And our desire burns flesh.
You want to be with me
Till I go alone, alone.
You cry and use my kleenex.
I keep it for my journey.

The stars are far away
The room is very cold
I cling to your warmth
Your breast my comfort
I can sleep now knowing your love
Your smell and ******* guide

The distance between us is so small
Sometimes even skin to skin it is there.
So wide needing to be crossed
A gulf larger, the closer we are.
It is when our lips touch or brush
A distance opens I want to cross.
To finally be with you,
A distance there never to close.
It is the space called love.