Living in these vast countries – the United States, Canada and Russia – we all have experienced telephone love affairs, or writing letters from too remote places 4,000 miles apart.
Sometimes you and your love are living in the same city – but circumstances and/or psychological realities keep us apart.
As a doctor once crossed a 4-lane street to
inform my friend and I :
“Two manic-depressives should never
live in the same house!”
OK… remote relationships: intimate yet distant… together yet alone.
This is the situation the following poem describes.
All of it is in the poem, but I find sometimes — I can’t stop talking.
Other times I won’t say a thing.
shared and separate erotic
Wistfully staring at the
hot sunlight of stars
Across the arid hot desert;
wind tickling fine hairs
On your dry naked body
We are intimate and
Against the icy clarity
So close and distant
The Pleiades a cold
Vast distances stroke
Our near and naked
(C) 2016 by W.G. Milne