Not Touching - Billy Collins

... like things in a poorly done still life

I like a good, drawn out metaphor.

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Not Touching
by Billy Collins from Sailing Alone Around the Room

The valentine of desire is pasted over my heart
and still we are not touching, like things

in a poorly done still life
where the knife appears to be floating over the plate
which is itself hovering above the table somehow,

the entire arrangement of apple, pear, and wineglass
having forgotten the law of gravity,
refusing to be still,

as if the painter had caught them all
in a rare moment of slow flight
just before they drifted out of the room
through a window of perfectly realistic sunlight.

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