"Don't tell me of iintimacy," your eyes whisper to me in the darkness.
I tell you the same thing as we lay in a genuine tension, trying not-to-kiss one another
Like some foreign contries' shorleines plunging into one anothe,r's shorelines
I feel, ironically,as if no one will or can ever find me or us, here in the dark
here in the darkness of our own home, our very own home!
I Feel as though no one nor no thing could penetrate into here
as though nothing, no blood, we going to be drawn from us.
not today, not tomorrow, not-ever.  Feeling far away is lonely
i like feeling lonely i like the sense of aloneness at night, with or without you here,