Blind 

Bound

I survive in noise

And knowledge

That you live in the ether

Beside me, 

That I do not

Suffer alone. 

But her voice,

Fragile as eggshells,

Gifts devotion,

Adoration,

Through the fraying seams

Holding our world in place. 

Her scent 

Peels back the twine 

Clasping my skin

And seals,

Proliferating

Like a thousand spores, 

Covering my flesh with scales. 

The air is thick

With your unintelligible 

Response

And my mind buzzes

Wondering 

If her skin is flushed rose

From your lens

If, love led,

Does she know

She will forever

Live in a doorway 

Looking at cookie cutters 

Of Disney

Or that to love you

She must crouch

In those fractured corners,

Weather the hailstorm

For eternity,

And survive

My exhales echo

Fast 

Then slow

I'll not know

Her matter

For I exist

Frozen in this splintered,

Wooden frame,

Breathing the vapor trails of promises

And serenaded only

By static