My Uncomfortable Skin

I observe Rajang, Enclosed in space, Rugged Orangutan, Face to face. Nonchalantly you inspect, Stroll towards myself, We reflect. Gazing deep, searching souls inner, Your so beautiful And me...I'm the sinner. Inwardly I apologise, Through embarrassed eyes, That I am here Free in.. humane, Useless thoughts.... in vain. Audience akin Your rusted fur My uncomfortable skin. Hatred for my peers, Thirty-nine years wasted yet you amaze, Attentive gaze, Foraging stare... so aware, Soul searching. For you are the wise old man of Borneo, Majestic aura, emotions I'll never know, Yet you and I stand opposed at your enclosure, Questioning each others composure. Hands splayed, touch mentally through glass, Clinically cool, my breaths, I gasp. Deeply now we analyse, Through moment shared, emphatically I apologise. As I am affected, beyond belief Benevolent thoughts, whilst I bereif. 'I'm so sorry' I whisper Adding a smear, Warm breath, cold glass ... Followed by a tear.