Half Light

if I was to say

I want this

if indeed

there is ‘this’

will you leave

or stay

to let me read those lines

between the script?

etched by touch

to flesh your bones

I know to

rest my eyes

would close that book

but for now

you are contours and curves

angles and ridges

strange worlds

I reach to

not claiming

or longing to define

if I see you

in half light

will you move

into shade?

or blind me

with color?

I seek myself

in you

though not at depth

just a surface touch

to prove that I'm real

perhaps....

one

a myth

the

other

a dream