Beings apart

Do you know what I mean?
When in relationship
We obscure each other?
Cushioned invisibly by you
Like a cotton wool bath at body temperature,
Blurring my core,
I reach out and can’t cut or touch
Like a man inside an inflatable
Drifting insubstantially across the sky

Until we are removed from each other,
- The cushioning starts to leak away
The circles cease to intersect,
Shapes become clearer,
A pleasant sense of weight
As the blurring of selves deflates
Into self determination,
I feel the ground

Because it was a blurring
I only now know it through its absence.

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