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