immaculate face

why are you
what are you
porcelain
or some kind of stone
my fingertips read you
in the silence
and you move
ever so slightly
to the warmth of my palm
i lean in and you
move back
but you don't tremble
i put my head down
into my lap
and you whisper
please don't
but i can't wake
i can't look up
not into those eyes
vert et d'or
nor into those lips
tilted in a smirk
closed tighter
be gone
vacant disregard
soul unbound
i need this
i need you
but you don't see me