Drawn

It’s the dark
that draws
us closer
from
them

the other side
of two hundred and 22
miles
between

AND so
then

Connected
within another plane
the facets of us
press into thought

Fixate on this

Skin on skin
as every touch looms
in our fading room
again and again

Impermanence
on a meadow
sun burn green
where we exist


Now you.
tiptoe into slumber
as we all
do

now

a house within
behind doors
they want in
again

feel its
nothingness
without             you

and so
a burial
untrue

as now

nothing

exists
again