Standing

Behind you,
watching your reflection
brush its teeth

Near enough
to smell your hair
The skin at the back of your neck

At a distance
Diving for the impossible shot
Landing on your belly

Lying in the grass
Sun bleeding through the trees
Dappling your skin

On forgotten streets
Dodging pedestrians
Intent on the laundry and life

Close enough to feel your breasts
The long slow curve at the small of your back
Breathing, just breathing

Close
Yet far away
Always standing near