Between you and I
Is a history,
Etched in brains
That grow older,
Ever dimmer,
But not less
Passionate,
Not less
Yearning,
No less
Dreaming.
Between you and I
There is a touch
That transcends desire,
Skin to skin,
And beyond
The measure of
Just the physical:
An intimacy of souls
And caresses.
Between you and I
There are the sacred spaces,
Actual and spiritual,
In which we live
And lived,
In which we felt
The energy of
Each with the other,
And the subtle sweet remembrances
Of what once was and always is.
Between you and I
There is the loss
Of what we had
And could have had;
There is the hollow dull pain
Of what is gone
And what will
Never come again,
And the surgical sharp fragments
Of what is left behind.
Between you and I
There is the said
And the unsaid:
Both equally potent,
With echoes and residues
That stir us and shape us
And move us unwittingly
Towards some place
We are yet to reach,
And may not even
Want to find.
Between you and I
There is the cold
Mist of uncertainty
That descends on us
As surely as death,
And we hold on,
And hold each other,
Waiting for that gulf,
That separation,
Whose darkness
Is complicit with the mist.
Between you and I
There is still a certain smile
Of warmth and irony,
Held with a gaze
Just long enough
To affirm,
Quizzically,
That we are here,
Still here.
Together.
Touching.
Remembering.
You and I;
I and you.
I and Thou
24/3/2013