The space between

I – Without hope

There is a space between us.
I am a man, you a woman.
Your soul is built for diff’rent goals.
There is a space between us.

There is a space between us.
I am earth, you are air and breeze.
You glide above my planted feet.
There is a space between us.

There is a space between us.
My dreams to your reality;
you pin them, like dead butterflies.
There is a space between us.

There is a space between us.
My feelings to your common sense;
old cages trap new emotions.
There is a space between us.

There is a space between us.
I write poetry, you write prose.
Translating it ain’t easy.
There is a space between us.

Space without hope.

II – If only

There is a space between us.
I am a man, you a woman.
Open hearts might meet: if only,
there were no space between us.

There is a space between us.
I am earth, you are air and breeze.
We touch on hilltops: if only,
there were no space between us.

There is a space between us.
My dreams to your reality;
close your wide eyes now: if only
there were no space between us.

There is a space between us.
Relax, such tensions cannot hold;
contradictions fall, rise with me –
unmake the space between us.

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This poem is in response to wewritepoems prompt 51, pairings, and stimulated by a line from DH Lawrence, Women in Love, which I was reading in the bath yesterday (“There is a space between us”). His one line is more expressive, in its context – Gudrun and Gerald in a boat, falling in love – than my entire poem, I feel.