Claudia Moscovici

The painful poignancy of desire

I feel

Your slightest tremor
Sends shivers through me
Your smallest regret
Buries me with sadness
Minute signs of disapproval
Overwhelm me with shame
Carefree and exhuberant
Though I may seem
There is no space, no membrane
No distance, no estrangement
To separate me from you
I feel your anxiety
I feel your worries
I feel your pain