CLOSER, CLOSER, THE CLOSER YOU GET;
I BACK AWAY.
WARMER, WARMER, THE WARMER YOU GET;
THE COLDER I BECOME.
SWEETER, SWEETER, THE SWEETER YOU TASTE;
BITTER BECOME MY LIPS.
LOVING, LOVING, THE LOVER IN YOU;
CANNOT PENETRATE MY ICY DEPTHS.
HOW IS IT THAT WE DECEIVE OURSELVES,
AND FIGHT AGAINST THE GOOD THAT WE FIND?
HOW IS IT THAT WE CLOSE OUR EYES,
REFUSING TO SEE, TURNING INWARDS OUR MINDS?
 
Julie Hughes