Outside the box

Four walls
small space of sky
no clouds:
four walls
a prison
in my mind
you glide through
ephemeral
not quite human.

Hours pinch
indent skin
lines
to a clear horizon,
hovering
edge of days,
weeks
months go by
ineffable.

Four walls
small square of sky
thunder
shaking petals
free:
behind closed doors
love flourishes
in brain cells
in body’s rhythm.

Birds fly
mind tumbles
on the wind
of the wing:
you are omnipresent
dust through my fingers
nothing touches
us.

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