the naked light
raw thought. undressed words.
i'm having a strange obsession
with emptiness, lately. i don't
understand it. it terrifies me.
don't fear your void.
fill it with your presence.
we sit inside the faith of a cloaked desire.
what vulnerabilities attack the resilience
that sparks, then fuels, our flames?
the words hang obtusely in the air.
they speak in broken anonymities,
trying not to disturb the calm.
are you here with me?
i search for you, but then get lost
inside the river of sunlight
streaming through the open window.