just outside the paint-chipped frame
past the lucid glass
past the lines of a blackened screen
hang objects i cannot grasp
millions of miles from touch
shining orbs seem to glide
my eyes glaze
blurred from moisture
and lust to hold you inside
memory of your flesh
creeps upon my skin
gliding over, circling 
spinning thought and vision
my hands solemn glaciers
without the company of your fire
my lips hungry lines
fot the words your touch inspires
i crave you
i feel you
tiptoe upon my soul
trickling through me
a star
obscured by circumstance
upon which i wish each night
closing my eyes
welcoming visions of you to adhere
until i awaken 
to see you in the light