Though you are not near,
I feel you in the walls,
I never noticed the ripples,
the effigy of your features peering
underneath the veil of silhouettes,
that contort to the yearning of you.
I push my palm against the wall,
and sense a migration of tangibility
as though you were
intrusive on this world.
but poignant features I read like brail.
I slumber nights on the cold floor, eyes
eclipsing the days. But I gaze at you,
never seeing but I know your
beneath my skin
with your gaze. I see only ripples of
my yearning, I hit out at the wall that
keeps you from me and it bleeds.
My heart descends into oblivion knowing
your within my reach, I want to contort
this paper into
origami effigies of you.
But I will wait till my draping's are tattered
to feel you upon my paper skin flesh.
Write upon me your yearning, I recline
on the walls of his memory waiting for
it to sense my thirst...
drowning in silence.
But as I fade into the grasps of a shallow grave,
I feel you upon my flesh pulling me within and
we are one, I'm just bones behind a wall of memories.
