waiting

these poems
are like people...
i wait for
words or phrase
like a painting
   to come into
my head
i wait for u
whoever who are
sometimes you visit me
never to return
yet your taste
lingers
inside me
or maybe there is
some brief
visitation
       imprisoned
behind this impenetrable
glass that
you smile and
say into....
       our hands
separated by
8mm
of invisibility
and then i am
taken back
into my
lonely cell
and wait for a word
or a phrase
or your touch