I don’t have anything to say

when she looks at me

I’m empty

hollow, I think she says

not much by way of greeting

meeting her halfway, deep

in fleeting moments, chasms wide

my hand feeling what I ask it to

it lies

upon a curvature of thigh

heavenly inverse sloping

porcelain trained swell

I think, hell

and don’t speak

as time unfurls

sitting there for all the world

like nothing ever happened

she says, hollow

are you even there?

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