Somatosensation.

your silhouette
a sharp contrast against everything
not you
everything
I'm indifferent to
but the drizzle
on me
on you.
tick tock
tick tock
the couch with the inexplicable stain
gets comfier
to the odd curves of my body
against you.
tick tock
tick tock
was it only an hour ago that we met
touched fingertips to fingertips
or a day
or a life
ago
question mark.
That was a question, yes.
Fever wracks my body
or is that just you
doing the things you do
your blemishes a perfection
smile with every breath
breathe with every smile.
My jaw hurts
so do my eyes
from glistening bright
is it the misery of a tomorrow without you that tears me up
or the joy of memories to warm an old heart,
forbidden joy,
in a rocking chair,
some day years and years and years down the line
question mark.
That was a question, yes.
Fuck, man.
I wish I could write better.