Between

 
Where I touch you
between these sheets,
in sleep and uninspired,
yet inspiring you to follow
like a thumb tucked behind
my fingertips, dragging
underneath but not expressing,  
not seeing, tormented  

lust for the unrequited-
not the easy nor the boring,
but the unimaginable, the
intangible, the untouched notes
of song spread sparse, and beneath
you, blind, and yet wholly seen
through these scenes we play
out, leave our bodies-

and yet the silence, where
sound soaks into backdrop
our voices suspend, we both
surrender to the crescendo,
with disdain for the uncontrollable
the silent, one moment our breaths
expose both of us, held, and open;
one, and only one still point.

And nothing in between.