Hers was a fatal nothing.
Stretched across to negate awareness,
a back is pressed to the wall,
scratched delicately with fingernail signals.
absent of substance;
inundation through imagination,
searching for more in laughter than reaction.
Caressing impressions ethereal,
mere mites on a mind
lacking conscious form to compose itself,
registering desire in tandem with attention,
in purgatory perpetual,
undermined in persistence.
The foe is an unspoken encirclement,
existent in the air between bodies
so meticulously intertwined
without ever been close from the start.