lay your hands
on my body
where you left
an indelible mark
where you sculpted and chiselled
this now inert
block

at night
i cannot wait
to fall into
the phantom arms of you
wispy limbs
given substance only
by memory

then
close my eyes
and have my mind
play reels of colourful dream


i drank in the night
the fermented fruit
of fantasy

i woke to the sight
of blinds guarding me
from the harshest of lights
sober
stale
reality

so i see

our words were vacant
our thoughts brimmed
our words
only
empty clauses
filled with pregnant pauses