There's this space between us
A matter of approximately 2 and a half feet
That hold me back
pins me down
Chains me to the edge of this imaginary fence

I want to reach over and touch you
Run the back of my hand
down the edge of your jawline
Tousle your hair (just a little)
Explore the ridges of your shoulder-blades
Have my ear press hard against your chest
To hear the miraculous rhythm of your heart beat

Of all the silly things
I want to trace my finger
along the line of the veins in your hand
I want to feel that hand enclosed over mine
Oh how you do have such lovely hands

Instead we sit here
Somewhat side by side
approximately 2 and a half feet apart
Watching our friend strum clumsily
On my guitar
Or pretend to be watching
I see your reflection in the purple paint
And I wish that same reflection
to be my privilege to watch everyday

If only I could climb this imaginary fence
a matter of approximately 2 and a half feet
I'd be a tourist of your flesh
A traveller of your mind
An artist consuming every colour of your soul
But for now I am merely a visitor at the fence
Trying to barter entry with the only thing worth offering

Purple paint