I feel you right through
All these layers of cloth,
Sketched out in public places
As if we both wore
The Emperor’s new clothes
Everybody can fully see
But us, or maybe merely me,
Seeing what I ache to see,
Feeling what I need to feel,
Each brush in public
Feeding some hunger in me
I can feed in no other way,
My life caught
On the frayed edges
Of my sleeve,
Rubbing shoulders too hard
And too often
Because I can’t rub
In any other way
Trying to rub off
Every bit of that
Invisible cloth
So there is nothing
Between us
At all.
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