So close, yet

I wish I could just hold you tight

You tower high, fluffy, round, lead gray

On azure. Unreachable, imposing

So wondrous, and on the righthand side

Lies a plastic bath slipper, dark-blue

So alone I want to comfort it.

I wish I could just hold you tight

Do not pick, signs on wooden poles warn

The Poppies behind radiate where

The Evening Primrose ventures near

The lefthand curb. And to me, too.

I wish I could just hold you tight

After dark the letters will be there

Colours invisible, spray-painted “FAN”

No one who can read it then

Or think of it. A lonely fest.

I wish I could just hold you tight

“Day without Night” the poster writes

Why did I think to start, to chat

That early morning. Have I been mad?

Once more. Whatever did I think?

I wish I could just hold you tight

Or start with someone closer by

Love, first fiery red, now like that rose

Pale orange hits the dark green leaves.

What did I look for in the Net?

Online love? Had I not enough of that?

I wish I could just hold you tight

Like a soft fig ripened in the sun

The woman's garden, she can reach.

So not how it is between you and me

Now I know you, but was I a goose

To hope that I could hold you tight.