far deeper than any touch,

much more real,

than feel –

unlike whispers

fading into the air,

carried away too soon –

you are the – air!

all inclusive,

pervasive as nightfall –

you seep into every pore of my being,

filling every cavity of my soul!

i drink you in –

the thirst never satisfied,

and so i must return,

time and again,

to your most pensive fountain!

voids –

spaces not filled –

empty – holes …

a glance –

eyes searching for confirmation,

not returned.

a hand – offered –

friendship –

given –

no takers…

sentences without punctuation.

and you –

the question i am not allowed to answer!

have you seen me lately?.

looking for you –

following you –

have you felt the presence

of my hands –

as a breeze blew past –

perhaps felt the caress of my soul

on your face,

in your heart?

longingly – you stare,

yet ever so – placid.

your soul cries out to me,

as you stuff silence down your throat,

and the flame – dies!

we hold on to our pain –

sometimes the only thing we feel –

scared to let it go,

afraid of – nothing…

empty –

a vessel of capability,

unfilled;

hands reaching for intention,

unrecognized…

so cold – the absence

of light;

no darkness more deep

than feeling all alone.

can’t take a small nowhere,

when somewhere grand – i am!

can’t un-know – the knowing,

abandon – belief!

if living is dying –

and death sets us free,

why captive –

just – alive?

erroneous,

agree?

un-contained – we imagine,

yet imprisoned (by life)–

are we…

no one found me – today –

or maybe i found him –

either way we ended up together –

both going –

nowhere…

the nothing –

that we shared –

left us with – nothing – to say –

and so –

our journey – silent…

how often –

it seems –

we set our course –

all good intentions,

but one quick wind and we are swept away…

suddenly,

the – something –

we believe in –

is gone –

and no matter how hard you try –

you just can’t find your way…

so sad –

to be – in,

but not – of!

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…

unable to feel – fulfilled.

unable to – feel…

precariously balanced between what – is,

and what could be.

clinging to the threads of hope,

praying for – recompense!

where did it go – my reason?

i held it – oh so tight –

but my footing failed,

and i slid much too quickly,

into unsure – vast sea,

unmeasured depth,

of doubt…

how rudiment –

the concept –

what is – is,

yet what can be – most often,

is not…

my prayer – today;

if i’m asleep,

this life – a dream –

please wake me!

for there are things more frightening

than tigers,

and bears…

oh – how easily your smile succumbs to my pain –

water-color compassion,

left ,

so conveniently,

out in the rain…

white-

black –

defined by labels –

pigeon-holed by circumstance…

absurd,

the very notion,

character defined merely from sight!

i choose –

instead –

to look beyond pigmented-boundaries –

beneath the surface,

you and i are much the same…

indignant –

it would be of me,

to look at you and only see a color –

skin can be so thin,

stretched much too tight –

unable to protect the heart from barbs of prejudice…

i seek a life less cumbersome,

devoid of hate,

where you and i could contemplate our feelings –

free to follow paths defined by hearts,

unrestrained by paradigms of ethnicity,

or race!