FULL MOON ON TOP OF A CHAMPAGNE PALM'S TIP

What i lack, is perhaps,
what i have not understood fully well,
the bones are here
the flesh are growing smoothly,
and i feel just a little bit, weird
about where i am going,
there is pain, i can pinpoint it
with my finger, press
it with warm hands, hoping that
it will disappear,
i summon you, to tell me more
how pain is, what is its nature
and how to dislodged it,
but you are not here, you are always somewhere
in that island of pain too,
and so, i make comfort with my own mind,
stretch what lies dormant and
strangled, this neck, these limbs,
pull my hair, and knock my knuckles,
until i find peace within,
without you.