Reaching out, then slowing reclining
Outward once more, and feel the warmth underneath my finger tips.
Smiling, laughing, loving, crying, screaming and silence.
Heat beating down on my back,
looking over and watching you watching me.

Smile.

Entwined, caressed, longed.
Drowning, wallowing, confused, lost and deserted.

Alone again, naturally.

I don’t know why, and I don’t care.
Only a ghost, a transparency.
A broken film for the time being.

For the time being.

You just watch me, now.
Really watch me.

Let me show you what I’m made out of.