Chasing you through dreams
you slip through my fingers
turning to mist and smoke
leaving nothing
but the warmth of your breath
and the ghost of your kiss
on the surface of my neck
and it’s all
an illusion
manufactured
by the lonely blood
seeping from the cracks
and scars
that decorate the skin
of my heart
and I can’t tell the difference
between desire
and desperation
as I tumble through
the longing to know
the scent of your skin
and the taste of your spit
and in the silence of stars
and the voiceless sky
I fumble and stutter
trying to call your name
and you pause long enough
for me to get lost
in the madness
and mischief
of your eyes
and I drown in the colors
of the charm of your lips
and I wander helpless
following the echo
of your ghost
changing shapes
and names
and houses
dream after dream
your hand close enough
to reach
but impossible to hold
as it turns from flesh
to smoke and mist
and you laugh
in small giggles
and leave a note
pinned to the pulse
beneath my ribs
letting me know
you’ll be back tomorrow
and tomorrow
as a dream walking
through forevers door