UntitledYou adorn my body like a christmas tree,tangling my withered branches.Salt, sweet as honey;drinking nectar from the vines.I thirst...for the familiar smile.baritone promises like music;boiling over desire.You clasp me with hairy knuckles.I choke...breathing into me,filling my lungs with your air,fueling the burning rage.Stop!...I need more!I moan...you lie, you take my heart;leading me across the bridge to nowhere.Your weight, light as snowflakes.Your lips, parting ancient seas.Awake...floating till morning.Stranded as you sail away.Cold, adrift, sinking softly;in the drowning pool of you.
FranticThe frantic searchalong the hedge rowfor cigarette butts,lost coins from pockets;discarded candy wrappers.Footprints in mudnear the patio.the ashtrayfull of brackish waterand broken matchsticks.Fingerprints on the glass.A coffee mug;dust covered and neglected.Your spring bulbs blooming in January.A moth ridden closet.Your robe on a hookscented with cheap cologne.I hold it like a child;drying tears with it's sleeve.
Awake To YouWrapped withinyour scent on my lips.Engulfedyou drag me deeperonly to rescue me.Exposedin the afternoon;you make your way.Sorrowfullat your touch,your kiss goodbye.Longingfor moments lost,our stolen era.Rememberingwhen my eyes awake,awake to you.