Getting Closer
Death comes too soon, were more than halfway there.
How come Ive spent an hour on this text?
And whence these teenage thoughts? And what comes next?
Ive yet to see you naked, but Im sure
that gravity has had its way with you.
And I am overweight and varicose.
But it could work: a setting not too bright,
our glasses off. I see your inner light,
and love transcends all things or can come close.
And close beats halfway there. And close would do.

Matt Quinn

If you have any thoughts on this poem,  Matt Quinn 
would be pleased to hear them.