I swirl the dust
with a fingertip,
 watch the tornadoes dance,
 watch the particles spin.
I cannot let it settle.

I linger in the exit;
  cannot stay,
  cannot go
and you don't hold
the door.

You let me kick up
 the colours,
twirl pirouettes 
 of light
in your aqua eyes.

You tell me to leave
but never unlock
  the chains.

You want,
you need,
you lie.

Electric storms
when we touch,
  banished
  but so close.
Immutable pulse.

We're masters of
 hollow goodbyes,
prisoners of
 surrender.

A doll in your glass box,
the dust only settles
  on me.