I place open palms against yours
and watch them slide right past those intricate veins,
which carry no blood;
but we played "marriage" games with them anyway
because they formed beautiful "M"s in our hands.
There is a space between our palms,
a glass one inch thick,
I see you through it;
a darkened 'sphere that separates us:
our pride, our hearts.
We speak yet can't be heard-
the sound proof wall echoes-
we consume only our own words.
Selfishness abides where love once bloomed
in shabby garden shacks where
our dimly lit bodies danced under waves of moonlight
deepening into midnight-
and you kissed me on my forehead,
when you were through christening the virgin womb of my mind
and claiming the innocence of my senses,
weaving through the unopened doors:
unuttered passages of Religion unpracticed
and misunderstood memory verses.
I remember them,
while staring into your eyes
through the steel like reinforced entrapment of my mind.
I resist the urge to claw for you,
hopeless,
strangled with fear,
ready to spill the Pacific of my tears
into your endless Mediterranean pool.
You are only too willing to accept it,
just as how you willingly accepted the remnants of me.
I break contact and turn my head
because I realize that as long as my eyes are wide open
but my mouth and mind remain shut the glass can never split, or crack;
it will simply remain a stretch of unconquerable wall,
so thin you hear my not-yet-uttered calls
yet so thick you couldn't break it even if you tried.
And try you did
repeatedly,
and I vowed to let you cross the canyon deep,
the reflection that haunted me like an invisible enemy
who would forever elude us.
Silenced fears and hushed tears leave stains of an "almost love"
battle bruises on my throat from fighting to scream to you
answers to your simplest questions which could never leave my lips-
I couldn't recite them like Sabbath hymns-
they sounded more like a symphony of untuned organs
whose swelling bellows ache under the heavy air of a frozen winter.
If I could but imagine the courage to let your hear what even I can't-
these lagging footprints of my untraceable thoughts-
I would let them speak every answer your questions beg;
if only they could leap beyond the capsule of my mind
and into the shelter of your arms.
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