Approach With Caution

There is a reasonable distance
Created by breath
and cologne

The perfect distance to view eyeliner
Lashes that look full and not clumpy
Cured meats looking attractively spottled
and not congealed

There are memories
Of my mother's elbows, per se
Those wrinkles giving warning
about the state of things to be
No distance too personal

There beyond the poem
There is a flat land
Accented by a weathered fence, past the spry, lone sapling

In song we explore these dimensions
with romance and nuance
But here we are tactile
full of salt and fat

That is not to say we can't behave
Like lovers
We can
But our distance is impolite
For this poem
--
3.12.13

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