Senses

On the other side of this wall, I can hear you.

I can feel you press your nose into the fridge

I can taste your distaste in the slim pickins

The beating of the floor against your feet

The echo of your back cracks and lip smacks

Oh how I wish you were next to me

How I wish you would barge through this barrier and join me on the other side

With suppressed breaths and growing butterflies

I listen with the fortitude of God

Together our minds would be mighty

Our cries would reach the heavens

Our touch would detonate bombs

Our tears would make a nice warm bath

And I would lay with you

You and your nonsensical senses

Your eyes, ears, fingertips

The sweet smell of your dollar slice

A voice I could never imitate nor get tired of

Oh how you captivate me, so.