It would have been so good
if fondness
had penetrated from my soul
into your soul
like two communicant vessels
or, as the wise Socrates said:
“like water passing through the wool wick
from the full vessel to the empty one”.
It would have been so good !
But it wasn’t meant to be !
In lenght of time
our touches have had a strange effect.
Seemingly, a shore has been
spoiled by too many waves !
We powerlessly watch
the high tide and low tide…
We care too much about the sin
and, dumb with fear,
we run away one from the other.