POLLUTING

eyes bright as day, you awake my skin to a low concentration of
silver, the way your cheeks crease as you smile and
your fingers pull forth on strings unattached. your voice 
breathes in and out my pores i hear every night before i 
sleep. i know your filtered world only makes out misty shields of my face and
the slight tilt you mention makes you look pondering, hesitating to ask questions, your
shoulders and mine are congruent that's why we'll never be
lovers, your hands would fit inside of mine,
i know you would look dearly under the sheets and head on my pillow but i'm afraid
such sentiments, i want to keep you on my palm and take you 
home, your dainty shoes solid against my meat. could you
hold my hand without painting me on your wall, and
could you kiss me with no dimming of your eyes.