You ask me:
Did you think it would be over?
Your thumbs, I see, sunk in the way a root does
Parched without a single moment of thirst
How could they be? They are drinking
Gulping, in ones, twos, threes
Green and blue waves crashing into you
Foamy explosion - trickle down, to the next night
I am spending myself, lying alone, inches between
The spaces and the lines that flow from me
You feel it too, please, don't you? That immeasurably
Sinking feeling
Standing on a mirrored landscape, black
In space eternally streched there is eternity
Between every point, you to me
Lids to eyes, nails to fingers
What I'm trying to say, as you know already
Is no
But what I'm thinking is yes
Please
©another
A