Those last three inches
between our mouthes
were the Himalayas,
splendid and cold;
they wanted to
be conquered.
And each miniscule
movement forward
seemed like a victory
of epic proportions.

These last three inches
between our bodies
felt like a vaccum.
We couldn�t pull together
close enough to fill
the void
that lay in each of
our palms�
a universe of secrets
and deceit
that would be
sucked away
by human contact.

But those last three moments
seemed to go
so much faster
than the rest
as you tumbled
and fell in horror
and great dignity,
excusing yourself
to the bathroom
and leaving me
alone and freezing
in a barren land.