Dull Marbles Above Your Fleeting Smile, by Walter Wykes

Dull Marbles Above Your Fleeting Smile

I want to get under your skin
into your bones
your dark corners
but you're not prepared for that
or I'm not prepared for that   One of us, apparently, is not prepared for that
It's hard to tell which   We touch anyway,
both wanting something we do not have
something we've known before
a long time ago
in another lifetime
or a dream, perhaps   We come together
but there's no contact
something in the way
some invisible force
atoms sliding, one off the other,
glancing like bullets   We continue this way
I try to occupy myself between meetings   I reflect on the color of your eyes
The color of your..
I can't seem to remember
I've forgotten
I try to picture your face
but your eyes are a blank
They have no color
no color   Dull marbles above your fleeting smile

poems.one - Walter Wykes

Walter Wykes