Is this....where I end?

My fingers 

they trace my skin...

the contours of

my matter....

the borderlands 

of life and air...

or bed....or

...you

clearly defined

Six feet...

one inch

I reach outward...

as far as I can

as if to ask...

is this it?

is this where I end?

and begin

does my consciousness...

storm....the wall

of skin..

are my thoughts

piled up...thousands high

at the ramparts 

yearning to break free?

is this where I end?

does my love

not 

touch you?

do my words 

not send a chill

down your spine?

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