Translucent Thoughts Poem by Melati Hussein

If only your thoughts were as translucent as my soul
My being has become a museum
A contemporary collection
Although my memories have not been catalogued well

Having spoken to you
You have become both nearer and further away
Waiting to see you
Hoping to see you
It's a fool's game

I still harbour a kiss
My lips are primed
And perhaps unable to obey the metal of my mind

Will you perceive all of this the moment our eyes meet?
There is no veil for a translucent soul.

I'm calm
And you said you are as well