spaces, compartmentalization

we are in boxes; we lay in fragmentation.
the words we spoke to each other, too,
were separated by 1 line in 2 dimensions.

when i kept you, my fixation
was on the alien—

full of idealism, complex and strange.
i imagined a desert planet and binary suns
where our souls could intertwine

and the world grew dry,
all my layers wore away.
for hours &hours

i shuddered to the rhythms
of bodies against bodies;
thoughts

against thoughts. Silence
could not explain my love
of metaphor;

we could not create an envelope,
only looked across a barrier:
just you, me, & this brick
wall (between us)

body and language:
no intersection.