leave gaps between praying hands,
and breaths between words that are spoken.
with rivers and seas parting lands,
moving on requires a token.

leave the spaces between your fingers free,
till you find the perfect fit,
no lusting heart eyes can see,
till the true love dynamite is lit.

with spaces between each mortal flesh,
and cling film between each kiss.
soul steal fences of wire mesh,
with sky's between those who we miss.

the world through your eyes is for your eyes only,
no transfer can be made,
an exchange would make all lives lonely,
as all your memories will fade.