Positive and Negative Space

Touch:
The slow intention is at my command, the tactile appreciation of beauty,
The minute sensitivity to form and shape, deliberate and mysterious expression of connection.

Negation:
The deliberate lack of touch at such close proximity carries the tension of slowness and possibility, the key that fits perfectly but never actually touches the lock,

to fit and fill,
but never overflow.

It always took positive and negative space to create an image.
Which am I, the positive or the negative?
Which are you?
Does my space fixed against yours create an aesthetic image?
Or is the tension between our spaces only ugly, touching in all the wrong places,
lacking in all the ones that would have painted something worth admiring?
Maybe we are fixed in two dimensions,
black and white pools of form.
Or maybe...
We could we rotate along the third plane,
witness a new constellation,
a new way of arranging ourselves.
Are we that diverse,
or are we destined for only the flat places?

In any case, the stars cannot touch.
The patterns collapse if they collide,
the things we created with our forms,
the gods swimming between our masses smash and cease to exist.

Please, do not touch me.
I need the mystery of the between places to know you.
I swim in your chemical absence,
experience you only by negation.