Talking to an Alien

We sit
in the same room now.
We speak
the same language
of subjects
that fit so quickly the
slots in my mind,
though there are walls of wax and flesh.
.
Your first
warmth and fragrance
your first chemicals,
the travels of your birth
have built walls,
of invisible and tiny things.
.
In a way
we are friends,
fellow voyagers
through the moments.
Yet you originate
so far way,
beyond the walls of blocks and walls of oil.