A deliberate STOP, a wall
A definitive no.
When goosebumps rise
You shiver in response, a body cloaking itself in motion,
in agitation. Rub, chatter, shake
Yourself into warmth.
Do you get it?
Brick by pointed brick,
Or iced plaster, bone-white evasion.
Words billow in insulated clouds
The only vulnerability, couched
You do not see the pink insulation,
You only trust it is there.
Are you with me?
I didn't mean it, didn't
Build them - at least, not on purpose.
Gleaming or matte, I suppose
It doesn't matter -
The color, either -
If their meaning is caged within.
If my borders swallow their sound.
I've lost you, anyway.