Lifeboat 21

Is it better now, there, Love?
I have become a shadow. Mythical creature.
Drawn in lines and water colored.
 
Is it better here, now, in halves?
Merging into empty rooms.
Hands and back against the barrier.
 
Is it.
Is it.
Will it.
Take off my fantasy skin.
I am off my mind’s set.
I chased myself
and bounced across a mirror.
 
Now. Now I wait for it…
It is neither there nor here.
I have become grey with too many colors –
A palette overused.
a stroke of shadow in your dream.