You are standing right in front of me, but I can’t reach you.
When I try to hug you, you have hard edges.
I try to press myself against you, but your wall prevents this.
I strip myself away in order to shed some layers between us.
It doesn’t help, for now I am naked before you in your brick house.
I throw stones to break your box, but it only gets thicker.
I try hugging you again, but your sharp edges cut me.
Getting to know you is like a cold burn.