Color Me Silent

I need you
between my fingers,
within my reach.

I promise,
I won’t use you.
Well,
I’ll use you, only for me
— sorry, I lied.

What you have
is what I desire,
and I’ve gotten this far
without you here.

I’ve learned to cope
with an empty soul,
color-less world,
and a meaning-less being.

What are we waiting for?

Now in my grasp;
I need you to dance.

Brush me along with you on the table
and color me silent