My dear one

you seem to have lost your touch

so goes the precept

so goes your thoughts

on paper thin sheets of paper

i'm wrapped in sheets, paper thin

neon lights flicker

seduction from hotel beds

a mediocre whisper

feel something

overheard in the dark

a temperate self-disclosure

you're the one continuous antagonist of my thoughts

movement from a faucet

as water outlines definitions washed away

and statues stare down those that wish to see them crumble 

significant others lose significance

we waste away

we waste something

overheard in the dark

a temperate self-disclosure

you're the one continuous antagonist of my thoughts

i am slowly sinking

sinking slowly

i am weightless

overheard in the dark

a temperate self-disclosure

you're the one continuous antagonist of my thoughts