the line of your lips merging
resembles the contour
of the petals in my hand
your pupils dilate
as if to absorb each word
you lay your eyes upon
thought upon thought upon thought
fills my head
the shifty fullness 
causes yielding of my duration
the pictures on the wall 
are clinging less
waning with debilitation
on the verge of falling away
i may have sensed your evasion
but i was not prepared
to be left with nothing 
except the solace
of my own mind