proximity
proximity

our noses so close together
we trade air all night
i wonder how often a man
looks at his wife
studying love
wishing more than anything
that she would live forever

never taste the fear
of passing hopeful tomorrows
to the restless hands of doubters
leaving cares with
second rate lovers
joining unborn dreams
in the air where
skinless touch is felt most
and one can only be seen
with the power of belief

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