Can you close a palm Upon your opened mouth, To stay your second hand Upon that pair of eyes? You eat debris, Scattered among your mind, Sentenced as you are To another, of your kind. I am that man For your hope. You leak glimmers from a set of pillars, While I wash your form in solitude. I am merely a ghost, Watching your remaining self, in this horrid Moment, from hollow Earth. You grieve, Though to your hope Is merely the denial, The want For immediate reprieve. You are not punished, Dear one. You can leave your tears to the sand To grow more than the winds. Your breast falls silent, Stilled of your nude form. I want to be less than tangled in your heart, As I watch from afar. You sleep from a pleasure, Awaken with a sigh, Startled of an absence Left to the sky.