Dreamy Hammock Poems (Part 2)

When my mind rushes towards you,
can you feel it?
Or is this draw 
my response to a pull 
of your energy?
And we dance
in the ether,
unwilling and afraid
to settle into our bodies
placed on different timelines
and trajectories.

But we find a way around it.
We slip out of our fleshy containers
through a crack in the skin,
and sink back into it when
we start questioning
the potent mix of ease and commotion
under the disguise of small talk.

And we retreat back to our own
little corners of the bed
that proudly stretches over many miles
of heartbreak, stresses and fears.
Anxious feelings morph to anger,
and the colors fade 
to black and white lines 
obliterating the drawing of our souls
intertwined and translucent
like our thoughts
connecting these words
into memory triggers
for some other time
when I will no longer wonder
if you can feel me
when I think about you.

I welcome the rain
as I sit here reminded 
of the transient nature of everything 
but change.