Let me all the way in
let me past the surface
let me feel the exact shape of you
let me know you without translation
let me close the gap for one second.

That’s part of what love does. It makes the distance between us feel both more miraculous and more intolerable. On one hand, DAMN, I can know you this much at all. And on the other hand, FUCK, why can’t I know you all the way? Why is there still this distance? Why can’t I just step inside and see through your eyes and feel through your body and understand completely?

When connection gets deep enough, approximation stops feeling like enough.

I want to be closer
closer than this
closer than words
closer than metaphor
closer than inference.

You matter enough that I want to cross the impossible distance.

I know I can’t become you.
I know I can’t fully enter.
But I am here at the edge, reaching with everything I have.