Intimate distance

Intimate distance
Zalehah Turner

 

a space lies
between words, a light
pause
ambivalent and hovering

a breath in
lips, half open
half closed
like eyes crusted
with dream
sleep in spin cycle

liminal loop
wholes turning
taciturn corners
in the blink
of an I
until
breathless
two become one
tongue-tied, in the space
where lies meet

mistakes compound
over the intimate
distance
under cover
of space craft