Poetry: Connections

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Connection is a superficial word,

An image of spliced wires, the chemical

Bonding of atoms, a concentration

Of beams of sound or light, indifferent.

They exist in a state of off-white noise

And paradoxical experience

Where lovers burn deep into their bodies,

Unable to shake cold isolation.

Such a fragile thing, so easily snipped

By a common tool, could never withstand

The hard desire we share. We need the collapse

Of barriers, a fresh wind, silver smoke

Cocooning body and soul, to conquer

Distance through the fearlessness of our love.

 

Art: Claude Theberge

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