are you asleep or not  
peek at me through sheets of raindrops
falling down like a curtain
threadbare and staring at you
from behind this cover of water
our egyptian cotton sheets wrapped around for heat
i am ****** if i do and ****** near ready to sleep
turn off the television and splinter your attention
you split your intentionality
the moment your nationality no longer had meaning
are you a natural or a factual person
satisfaction is non-contractual
i am no longer attached to you
here we go again and don’t expect
for narcissists to self-reflect
we crack the ego
seek for an imago
to match our attachments to identity
words forgotten in the shower
i dispatch them from a tower
i need nothing but soap to wash me clean
still i feel the need to be held by you
and i feel the need to be seen by you
one moment after another
and don’t expect anything more