ripped your T-shirt

 where are you      my shy hologram?

   I touch you,      you fade a child
 I kiss you . . . blank    then  a  squint     and inside darkness wild
  I pull away    thinking you're right
   Who the hell am I!?
  You touch my side    I fall into place
    head on shoulder    lips on neck   thigh on thigh
where are you       you woven so many walls
 I'm the self appointed detective of your heart   feeling like I'm
                in a dream where you just     fall     and      fall

 I ache to stroke your face with my hand 
      and for all of your coin spinning thoughts to land 
              just  long enough for mine to settle out too

    So we can really see
                               who are we
                                 who am I
                                    who are you