I palmed your world and rolled it
In my hands. I scrutinized
The circular entrances,
The holes in your irises,
Your scalloped caverns of ears.
I traced your nostrils, your lips,
Spirit on my fingertips.
My world hovered next to yours,
A planet pulled alongside,
Pirate ship to pirate ship,
Words throwing ropes deck to deck,
Cutlasses clenched in their teeth.
But my world’s mine; yours your own.
Touch or talk, each sinks alone.