December 11, 2011

Proximity by Floyd Cheung

Years ago, your hair, skin, even your clothes
emitted an energy, an invisible field
of heat and magnetism.

Brushing by you--
enough to spin the compass.

We’ve since grown accustomed
to proximity, but desire runs deep
needing only the friction of two decades
and a minute to ignite.

2 comments:

  1. Succinct and true. What a relief not to have the fashionable medico-psycho view! I admire this poem.

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  2. You manage to beautifully evoke both the ravishment of the new and the promise of the known.

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