I, Nose

You say when we are alone together
that you are neither alone nor together.
I posit that you are a singular self enfolded in an affirming unity.

But you are not listening
because you are covering my mouth with your hand,
a finger tapping my nose.

I ponder the deeper meaning of this.

Do you want me
silent need your space,
would you know each
contour of my face?

But then, perhaps, I think two much.