Here

The space between skin and skin

is torment.

But here

The space between souls

makes the space between skin and skin

a comfort.

The truth is hidden

and yet its whisper reaches us

in the sweet luxury of a smile.

In the brief consumption of embrace.

It tells you to look deeper…

To look deeper.

Look beyond the space between us all and

 see

that you are that smile.

You are that embrace.

You are the civilian

whose life was lost to hatred.

You are the man

who strapped a bomb

to your own body,

and in the name of hatred,

took those lives.

You are the earth

that held them both

and converted their bodies

into new life.

Your pain is a congress of tears

called the ocean.

Your joy is a collation of light

called the sun.

The whisper of truth

tells you to look deeper…

To look deeper.

Until the truth is revealed

that there is no space

between skin and skin.

That there is no space

between souls.