imagine this –

touch,

without feel…

un-know

the un-truth

that all at once, no longer matters.

for,

gone is now –

the yesterday of your –

tomorrow;

the – reality – of your – is…

subtle,

don’t you think?

the way it,

becomes was?

and yet we feel,

the same as – always – us!

oh my duplicitous Pygmalion!

while you were sleeping,

i was years away…

… trapped,

as you would say –

contained within my pre-assembled tomb of ambiguity.

but there is where i find –

i,

my – me…

and while you walk in circles

around my truth,

expecting walls of nonchalance to crumble,

i smile –

free of your contagious animosity…

how simply –

archaic!

your words,

so fervent in their request to be my savior –

however,

your eyes do not invite –

and your clinched fists can never hold these trembling hands…

i imagine –

days with you –

strolling through open doors,

passing through endless rooms of

contentment.

feeling close –

without the need to touch,

we’d share that which cannot be said.

rather than speeding straight into the

need –

by-passing the greed of

have-to-have –

lingering –

instead – on the very ledge

of – just enough…

your eyes hold secrets –

places i have never been –

realms of unclaimed pleasure –

dangling –

here –

mere inches from release,

terrified to lose control!

pondering –

the forward,

and reverse –

confused,

unsure…

what if i take the step –

will my footing hold?

the edge is much too close,

and i am yet afraid…

that nothing will replace

the insignificance i have become

and i’ll fall –

headlong –

into less than –

something –

un-missed,

a stone thrown in the pond –

so small –

no sound,

no tell-tale –

ripples!

i found myself –

upon the shore –

gazing in your eyes –

calm –

deep water.

i wanted you to know me –

feel my presence.

without – hesitation –

or reservation –

i tossed the stone…

ripples –

endless waves –

flowing outward.

and even if i wanted –

i could not stop them –

or even withdraw the effect

of my most curious touch

on your enigmatic mind!

indisposed –

un-entwined –

unattached – affection.

where do you turn

when doors are closed,

access – denied?

emotion – spent.

un-realized – intent.

what becomes of feelings – disallowed?

unmarked – grave.

requiem – undisclosed.

eulogy of silence

for life lived in the fringe,

of suppose…