Classic Poem

Apart from you, the
World is as unimportant
As it never was.

Your body grammar
Spells out a better portent
Than your language does.

Landscape, you apart,
Looks utterly transparent;
Still you stay opaque,

Indispensable
To me as air, apparent
With each breath I take.

No comparison
Seems too hackneyed to explain
What these portents mean:

Parted lips remain
Apart as flowers or shutters
Open to the sun;

Compulsive digits
Dial again and again the
Ghost in your machine.