Diffusion

Some nights I wonder
whether the thoughts that slip through my mind
might also find their way across the path and into
        yours,
Rustling through night-damp grasses,
pressing themselves into pores of brick and mortar,
curling quietly into the dark spaces of
        your resting mind
Silently infusing your subconscious
with the same restless energy
that you leave humming in my nerves
       with each touch of your fingertips
       against mine.
      

       

[Listening to "Your Hand in Mine" by Explosions in the Sky]