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 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
I- I am not.
Not at all.
As I pull my eyes and head down
close I will
think and feel
both connected and disconnected