The Emperor’s new clothes

 

August 2, 2014

 

 

I feel you right through

All these layers of cloth,

Sketched out in public places

As if we both wore

The Emperor’s new clothes

Everybody can fully see

But us, or maybe merely me,

Seeing what I ache to see,

Feeling what I need to feel,

Each brush in public

Feeding some hunger in me

I can feed in no other way,

My life caught

On the frayed edges

Of my sleeve,

Rubbing shoulders too hard

And too often

Because I can’t rub

In any other way

Trying to rub off

Every bit of that

Invisible cloth

So there is nothing

Between us

At all.