I see your pale skin canvassed By the glow of the television What riddles we live within These stories, those You snore softly and occasionally mutter Uncertain of your place in space and time I softly whisper you back to sleep Though I long for your flesh Your spirit The frequency of your moan  Simultaneously…

Disappear As I try to capture them The thoughts The essence of thought,  the granular resolution Of all these pixels of being I feel as I feel But how, how to translate This deeply embedded Solitary, subjective, experiential Ripple That moves through me To another I listen to and observe your love And although I…