the sound of your fingertips
relays messages to my eyes
echoing
against the walls of my room
this spaces is contained
only by shards of us
fragments within unknown walls
broken apart by timing
awaiting our next
inevitible distraction
i hold on to you
fixed in the corner of my eye
beneath a blanket of obscurity
traces of your skin 
are revealed by a dim light
as out thoughts and scents
consume each others