enough

It won't ever be enough to just see your thoughts spelled out

shaped into jagged sigils of assumed meaning, loaded with

ions

from the stars and your finger tips

it won't ever be enough to hear your voice

cautious and quick, even sometimes a whisper

and oh when you whisper

and the pointed lines of your personal gasp

slips

through

your lips

but when I can feel your skin between the lines

of my finger tips

and see the star dust left over

from our arrogance at skipping over fumbling

and fucking

when I can feel golden and safe

sheltered from the lack of importance

of our beeps and clicks

and find that deep, crackling hum

it will be enough

it will be enough

and I will carry it

wrapped in flowers and linen

in a glass bottle

with a rubber top

so when hear your voice

I can wring it's edges

and breath in our frayed,

fourth dimensional

meeting

and it will be enough

it will be enough

so when I see your thoughts spelled out

bent around gullys in the cosmic river of

the visions before me

I can rub my fingers across the letters,

coating them with ions from

the star stuff you're made of