Rice paper

I would like to think about you,
I would like to touch you -
In the bright hallways of my mind
You sit behind one of the many black latticed doors, where glowing light hums through soft rice paper panes.
Where are you...
At night, in sleep, I open them;
I wander through, looking for you,
Slow,
Methodical.

Sometimes I think
I don't really want to find you.

6/26/16