I know the way your breath sounds behind me
and I can feel your footsteps in my soul
I instantly know what you will do next-
your hips tell the story that your arms and your legs try to hide
I know where you are going and I can sense your mind
working through the possibilities
but I know next to nothing about you-
how do you sleep at night? do you write, do you draw
what does it look like when you are in love
I can trace every intricacy of your thought processes
but I do not know what makes you cry, or laugh, or think deeply;
I can name your fears but not your joys;
I can see where your eyes go and what your sexuality is,
but I do not know how to make you moan
or how to touch your skin as though
it is the only art medium I will ever have
I can align my steps perfectly with yours and I can know you
beyond imagining, beyond reality, more completely than any before,
but you will always be something beyond my reach.