There is space but there is not one in it. There is room but it is unoccupied. The moon is full and gives light but you can't see what is ahead of you. Loneliness in the darkness. A subtle glance. I catch you. I look away and I feel your eyes on me. Imagination works its wonder. Memory of a kiss and kiss pull away. The words are on paper only. Feelings are internal and kept to yourself. You speak and I want you inside me. You look at me and I want to be lost in you forever. There is an open door but you still knock. You walk in and look around. Searching the room for me. It spins, it tango's, it mixes drinks. A picture is taken, a demo recorded and the laughter fills the air. The drum you play is the heart. The words you sing the soul. You keep moving. You're confusing. The linear righteousness has vanished. You're famished. You don't ask. You don't speak. You don't know. you don't hear. You don't need. You don't want. You're horizontal but you look down. You're vertical but you see behind you and I am no where to be found. Lights flicker, candles lit. No breath to blow out. Sulphur fills the air and a cough is heard. Footsteps on the wooden floor and they approach. But they don't. It's just a tapping. Misconceptions. Sony sound. Rewind and do a playback please. I missed it. Digital enhancements. It's about qualitative kisses. It always comes back to kisses. So give notice. Seven days in advance. The flash is on but there is no film. That radio plays no music. The only sounds that you can hear are the warnings. Because this is only a test. This is only a test.
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