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Pablo Herman Dec 2012
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.
Pablo Herman Dec 2012
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.
Pablo Herman Dec 2012
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

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