most now affiliate intimacy with physicality. sexuality.
that is but a tiny corner of a gallery in which its painting hangs.
there is a type of closeness that transcends the body;
it caresses the mind and tells of soothing days to come.
this proximity to another being steps with grace, past
time and age. and it's a twelve-forty-six-am like this
that I am aching for an intimacy like this.
if only phone calls weren't so extinct, I said,
I would hear the rings and sit in my garden
- if I had one - and fear the dark and the cold
summer night, and the young foxes too.
I would breathe out my fog and wait for
a voice to tell me life was at the other end.
and when I heard it answering, I'd smile
and say
"hey, I just had a cool thought and I couldn't sleep
so I had to call you and tell you.
no, I don't care what time it is, I really had to tell you...
