How Close?

By: Jonathon Never

A finale of breath and moisture
Enough to fog the windows of your mind
And for one brief instant
Paralyze you
But soon you draw your pictures in the mist
An individual decoration of birthday cakes
And familiar faces
With oddly devious laughs you spy through the haze
Quick to thank me for surprising you
Even quicker to say you weren’t that surprised
But I see the urgency
I’ve held your needs in the palm of my hand
But I’ll just hold your hand in mine instead
And add more pictures to the mist of our confusion