Nothing Between Us

Nothing between him and me

Except 

Our thin skins.

 

What is gone:  the walls

The defenses fortified with

Rationalizations, excuses, lies, omissions

Secrets fused with half-truths and convolutions

Excavations of an unspoken sort.

Gone — those pockets of protected years and past

Liaisons so carefully hidden away where

No new lover of normal ilk could find them.

 

Nothing left between him and me.

Just our thin skins, which cannot hold up

To the heavy friction of our yelling and screaming

And cursing you, damning you

To the nightmare of the hell we share.

Nothing left between us, now that the walls of normal folk

Have been worn away

Left to be soft dirt dribbled along the path we traveled

Together,

To forget those packages of pain we left behind,

When we found each other.

 

Want to feel real?  Want to feel alive?

Our thin skins leave the nerve endings raw

A little friction, and watch the memories come alive.

We hug each other until they subside.

Then we are left with just ourselves

And each other,

Nothing between us,

But our taut, thin skins.

 

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About B. E. Berger

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