No matter how near or far you stand from me,
It is not enough, is never enough.
The pains of proximity, haunting desires,
And futile yearnings permeate every fiber.
To be caught in this web of despair and longing,
Like an insect bound, fated to die,
Or doomed to live in desolation.
Prevented from cohabitation or meaningful relation,
Until some other is similarly entangled,
Where from a distance I must share in suffering.
I can never be close enough,
Even when I am inside you, you are inside of me,
But the real question is, who is consuming whom.