don't call me a lover

these thin painted
walls seperate us

and i trace the audible sounds
with my ear against the rough
colored obstruction

filtering the
space i require
accessible

but you
moan

and the
rumbling
of the
bed

resonates
permeates
penetrates

the silence
seperating
us

but

by then the
condensation
is wiped clean

and the wall
seems like
thin glass

she is no longer
your lover