Gaps

I have been building light into the empty spaces
We do not impeach, like our intersecting umbras
Are strange light bulbs, not yellow ones;
Orange, red, blue.

I let all the light that fell on your face and transformed,
I let all the light that mimics your outline
Through the cream curtains,
Fall into the empty gaps for which
We don't have the ink to overwrite.

There is a war we're waging, between charge and stasis.
How long before we pull the negative space between us
And kill it?
How long before the negative space pushes away its edges
And kills us?

In my head last night, we were closing light,
Pulling the purse strings of our limbs tight,
Into each other
'Puzzle pieces,' I whispered,
Laughter, you responded, and I do not how to put it into quotations
-Even though that is more significant-
Because Laughter, an action is laughter, an action on paper
and how do I
Fill in the gap of its colour?

We need to find ourselves separate seas.

Remember the Atlas of our youth, who would carry
The Earth on his back?

Consult Atlas,
Consult the man anchored to the world.
Ask him about the Seas he carried, whose names he learnt
As Morse Code for escape.

Ask him the names of all the Seas,
have him tell you the names of the Seas
That new people named again and
And again
And again.

Ask Atlas whether it was an act of  conquering or conjuring,
That made the new people find new words for exploration
And casually cast it off into the sea.

Ask Atlas whether it was an act of movement or stasis
That made the new people say new words for
Desire, an emotion
Every time they were confronted by
The largest gap that they could find.