we lay there,
you with your back turned
to me.
i used
my fingertips
to trace
the words
my mouth
never has the
courage to say.
and you just fell asleep.
and i'm starting
to think that's a metaphor
for what you'd do
if i let you
hear what my heart
has been *screaming

tell me.
*will
i
ever
reach
the
outskirts
of
your
soul?

Even when you're sitting
on the other side of the room,
I can feel your energy,
radiating,
your warm gaze burning my skin
from the flames in your eyes,
as if you were
right here
next to me.