i am strung like beads on a thin thread collecting water from the air waiting for the Second Coming perhaps even the First let the Salvations follow and I will interpret them one by one you were elusive and I merely impatient i want to crawl into Someone's Mind taste the thoughts and touch the walls run my fingers over wandering lines watch emotions dissolve and empty themselves but the shelled Body lies out of reach its skin gleaming its muscles of perfect orchestration singing silent symphonies and striking chords that resonate in the very marrow of my bones love poems are too easy to write flowering prettily before the paper but your physical truths are slippery, and they chasm before me rifts opening canyons deepening so i will write about the way i can feel the bones in your hips and the way tiny hairs on your skin glow sinfully when brisk light dusts over them then I startle and you become a statue a movement of leaves the way light plays across the street like an echo i've lost it