Phantom

Your translucent palms

unravel and show

the lines like rivers

under your faint fingers,

to offer what remains

solid in your watery hands.

Your phantom touch,

fingertips and thumbs

reach for skin,

my bones and limbs

to only meet the cold air

that exists outside bodies.

Your blurry lips

languidly move

to attempt indistinct words,

or noises or sounds

only for exhaling emptiness

and silent stillness to be.

~*~

Your bodiless body.

Your mindless mind.

My needy one.