Where my place is/Not ANYWHERE.

What do you desire? Silence.

Noise.

Passion? Perhaps from a lover? (ex) /or perhaps no longer so (ex)

Perhaps you wish for a vacuum...At least from me.

Say the word, and it shall be done.

Perhaps I have intruded. Perhaps it was never my place, but still I feel wrong.

I feel wrong in having made this statement.

I feel right. Right at home. Right here.

In this place that we have created.

What has happened? What has transpired?

What has taken place?

Nothing.

For once, I have inadequate words to describe.

To give you (the reader) sufficient visual information on how I feel.

And so I doubt myself.

                                   As I often do,

Self loathing, it so becomes me.

                                          I need to remember my place.

Friend.

           Never challenge more.

For there is a most delicate of balances here,

at work – sublimely. 

                               Silken.

                                         Easily penetrated.

Easily destroyed.

And my terror lies in this destruction,

in the dissolving of this tender touch.

To never see your face again.

That would be the death of me.

                                              Of my soul.

To never hear your voice again...

and so, I don't know 

where my place is.

 

It is neither here nor there.

Perhaps it is not ANYWHERE.