Melting

Melting

in a room
afraid to thumb it alone
a prisoner
or a foreigner
of battle blade ballistics
fastening my fists
to fuzzy foamy blissful existence
enraptured in the innocence
but
i’m touching you
and you don’t even know it
i’m touching your lips
and you will never show it
cuz your lips are battle field malevolence
tied to strings of childhood violence
for the name sake
of your mental earthquake,
you will never show it
for the name sake
for the sea snake
who slithers through our little mistakes
the walls fall inward
backward
behind our identities
beyond our own disease
a thousand seas wither and wave
to the beat of a single thumb
that stays
in waterfalls
and prison cells
of mindscape, soundscape, red tape,
saying No Women Allowed
on the lonesome roads of thumbs and toes...
alone, alone, alone at home,
alone at last.