Close to the heart

What is
close to
the heart?
What do
men
pray for
in that
darkness,
in that
stillness?
where all
lies naked
and fragile
beneath
our skins?
And what
is close?
What is
inside
a mind
or behind
a heart?
Longing
or lust
or just
deny -
how we
lie...
So close
to the heart
and yet
still apart.

I put
my hand
on your
chest -
can feel
the beat,
the warmth,
the excitement
there -
it is hours
only
then still
lonely
maybe more,
gone to
silence
as ocean
to shore -
maybe more
but not
a lot
or not
the answer...
And what is
home?
when past
that hour,
we remain
alone?