Losing Touch

Losing Touch

The sky seems translucent, like drawn curtains
Blunting the glint of the sun's flashes.
The sourceless light is dull and gauzy,
It rubs and leaves a graze of shade.
Trees nudge the stiff air from side to side.
We do not have long before this haze lifts
And we will be left in the harsh glare
Of each others' company, clashing and splintering
Like midday sun of a TV screen,
Rearing up hard and solemn like storm clouds,
Rippling in dark boredom.

Until then I'll keep my mind inert
And drift slowly through these vapid days,
My edges smudged by your warm, close breath.
It's easy to give up and forget my hold on life
And float in this vagueness with you: I'd give
A lifetime of hard experience
For one day of laying next to you,
Watching the world evaporate.