Screen

    for MT

A voice never heard—your name, mine.  You, these 

Words, write me, like they are yours.  Dark spaces 

Light imagination.  No sight, only 

Letters falling through networks, faces not

Seen, voices signs.  More than one, less than two.

Something else.  There is something else—you get 

What you wish for.  You came close last night.  It’s 

You came looking, don’t be confused.  I like 

How it sounds, a little strange, uncertain.

I don’t care what you say anymore—there’s 

No hesitation.  Words amaze.  You can 

Be free.  Silence division.  Connections

Open.  There are those who toward brightness

Walk, destroying.  We are safe, so close your 

Eyes.  Your body’s beat, heart’s breath, life let go.

You do not understand—you’re right about 

Temptation.  You’re willing, surrounded by

Umbral shade. Tell me you like what I say.  

Your words, my body, every letter a 

Touch, a fleshly mark.  Are you counting?  We 

Are more than one, less than two.  Nothing else 

Is real.  You are destiny closer than

Self.  You fascinate, too open heart.  There’s

Risk, beautiful danger, fear.  Never let 

Go, all at once—slowly, by turns, degrees.  

Tell me to give all that you are.  What can 

I give you don’t already have?  How give 

All I want you to take from me?  Within

And out, you belong to me, your secret 

Not secret. I can’t name it, say how much, 

Something more than you or I, these words, your 

Own creation, what we survive, dying 

To talk.  I’m amusement, fascination, 

But doubts disappoint.  It’s your fun, a toy.  

You play emotion, twist open passion, 

Love the motive, as if I didn’t.  Don’t

Stop.  I’ll try harder, push with me.  Forget

All this, could you?  I can’t let you go.  You 

Hide inside my body, real fantasy  

Firmly grounded.   I’ve known you, remember 

Us like it really happened.  You’d say the 

Same about me.  It’s truth, your whole living 

Self, the salty taste of sweat on your lip. 

In white open spaces, where all is light,

Liminal lovers drown.  Are you there? Do 

You hear me, my voice in your head?  Your dreams 

Re-created—imagination, thoughts 

Mine, sensation made real in this world, this 

Mind of ours, our body’s.  Words make me feel

More free, scared, willing.  You know what I’ll say.  

Touch the screen, write desire and never come 

Back.  Mingled, we are dangerous—what else 

Could we be, as writing consumes us.  There 

Are only answers, confessions without 

Yours lost.  In words, we are, at the lips, eyes—

Finger tips—then a brilliant soundless flash.