Woken by a voice in a dream. Was it here or there?

The moon bends through the broken blinds like melted butter
And I don’t have a word for the way my brain burns
And my tongue is numb against the silence.

She’s still asleep and we’re alone and the shadows of things
That escape from me in sleep linger in the corners of my eyes in clusters.
What’s that feeling? What’s the word for it? How do you describe
when you can touch the distance between a ghost and a body?

I reach over and feel her skin like the first bite of an apple
And there’s that feeling, I tingle all over, buzz all over,
A finger electric against the air around her.

What do you call that?
It’s a new shape inside of me and I don’t have a name for it.
I’m lying in silence, a crackling silence, and the silence only
Offers the blurred contours of a nameless form,
The strange geometry of a brain stretched like Saran wrap.

Have you reached the limits of language?
Can you come up with names for things that you don’t know you don’t know?
I’m lying in the darkness in love
And enlaced to a fate that hurls me at speeds
Faster than my soul.

How do you describe a new color?
What name do you give to a new shade of blue?
The darkness only offers the vagaries of memories,
A rush of images blending with the small futures
Leaving my body as breaths.

Was it a dream or a memory? What do you call it when you
Can’t tell the difference and you feel it like the smell of a flower?

There was a woman that one time in that one place
And as she walked by me she looked at me like she was a ghost
and I was the only person that could see her.

Now she bends in my memory like melted butter
And the moonlight burns through the window
Like a voice breaking out of my dreams.