you wanted me to see your bookshelf right next to your bed
narrow space to step in
you lean forward and reach out to touch a weathered spine
and make a move to take one but change your mind

a beeper goes off
you bring my attention to another title
it brings me next to you and I inhale your fragrance of lost flowers
deep and heady into me

you turn halfway to me and smile with eyes which stun me
mute me
all I can do, is look at you, entirely dumbfounded which is when you turn to face me squarely
and rocks fly forth from mountains like pistons on a glorious day

      
  against the wall                                                             ­                                                                 ­  
then                          
next to you


then
against you                                                              ­    


and
one step becomes










(no space)                                                           ­               

next to you

within the circle of darkness comes a bursting light                              
into you