Bare skins through the night

Bare skins
electromagnetic cheeks- ripples through air,
soil, air all one-
all one mouth
of untamed fizz.
untamed vestibule---- singular space and singular loneliness.
your skin is a fine example of my night time lullaby,
crescent fall leaf's song, onto my nude lip.
one by one- as I call your name,
I sing a choir and stand in the experimental splash of colours.
I think of your mundane time,
solid blue eye- shared collectiveness. 
shared solitude. 
Night- my sodden muse. 
      Outside the window, I think of your sniff
of your favourite sun touched hand,
this space, a white pool of madness,
this is the geometry we stich together,
air in hurdled spaces.