for poetry's sake.

I have never felt so connected

and disconnected all at once-

The clouds inside my head floating

across my eyes which have

seen such sights as those that flash

red and blue

through the curtains and the window

they strike his face

setting off fires in between us but

I will not feel a thing at you you

are not

are not him

and he is all I am.

What I don't need:

this tightness of skin

itching, rubbing, coarse

the price to pay for cleanliness

feeling scrubbed and fresh but

without him

I I am not.

Not at all.

As I pull my eyes and head down

down to

close I will

think and feel

both connected and disconnected

from him

from me

from it

from all

from Earth.