Is it the distance?
The TV is the right distance.
The employee as far as a contract can fly.
The friend of long established span.
The food and drink within hands reach.
The dream yo-yoing between the extremes of a range.
And us bound,
Mouth to mouth,
Breast to breast,
Hip to hip.
yet, there is enough distance,
to feel the shock of static
in the middle of arms flailing
and feet trying to turn heel.
If we last forever,
will it be that this child between us
would hold our hands
and make our legs move in the same direction,