She holds me so close, I cannot be read
So close, the actions are out of focus
She thinks it's all just magical. Can it be?
Isn't there a green room?
That hides the tales of thoughtfulness
Of love silent but alert
Of pains to create the play
- of joy, ecstasy, togetherness, respect
To make light of the emotions deep
But the silence is unread and actions loud
So close, our boundaries blur 
I cannot find myself, where is the me
I see myself in her and her in me
Both gasping for breath
The mind is free, price too high it can see
Struggles to go, struggles to stay
Maybe we'll learn how to
... or perhaps each will find their way.