MindWraith

I put words to the curls
of your pale tresses, speak the stain
on your lips, draw a line across
your face, separating the eye from its
soft lashes, the slick tongue from its
parted mouth and the tilted neck from its—
unresisting body
I name each part of you, as if 
to set us apart
and in naming you, I forget
to see you whole, once again.