Blur

There are very few beautiful boundaries in the world. But you are by far the strangest definition of a chimera.

Light brown eyes,

too close for comfort,

too out of reach. 

There’s too much of you here. 

There’s too much of me over there, left behind.

Admittedly, I have not seen much.

But I want to see you. 

And I thought I heard it all, until you said there are intimacies that suffocate –

And there is a lightness in just being.

Maybe I’m a tad bit confused,

but darling I’m not ready to unconfuse myself.

So

box me up, and take me home.