Synthetic Detachment

Feeling you through the
    auditory senses
close enough to touch--
within proximity to disturb
I cannot find a proper
    way to tell you
    that tangible gifts
    mean nothing
and that what I want
--so intensely that I must
    hide my face while
    I write this
is a day
far from constraints
     of your world
where we can both live
    in mine
and you will understand
    that I need to
    feel you feel me
and cross the elastic
    but impermeable
    walls
transparent
--oh yes, unobservable
    with the naked
    eye, but not the
    naked heart--
that stick against my
    hand when I try
    and
touch you.