Reverie

Pensive pilgrims you and I
We wander aimlessly around
The vestige of each other’s thoughts
Where our mortal dreams recline.
You there and I here:
Unmoving, a breath apart.

If it were possible my knee
Would be brushing against your knee
As I sit here
Musing on the geometry of your shoulders.
The slightest move and certain
I would feel the rough edges of your
Calloused fingers
One
After
The other.

But friend your eyes are lost in a distant place.
I dive into your darkened oceanfloor,
Submerge myself in your
Reverie
But always I scramble up for air.

You are drowning in your rhapsody.

Drowning
Inch
By inch.
I cannot hold your hands
For they are too near.

Friend if it were possible, my knee
Would be brushing
Against your knee.
Yet looking down, I find only
The fringes of your fleeing shadow
Touching the grave corners
Of my own.