Moon beaming through clouds
white light pierces fog, grows closer
tail light flees the scene

Our arms lock and embrace
I stare at your lovely face
the reflection in your eye
shows another guy
that's standing behind
me.

Dagger stabbing, blade twisting
back bleeding, stomach turning
eyes blurry, ears ringing
mouth drying, brain denying.

Am I just your stability?

Poetry
without
heart
is
just
.            
.
.
.
some
words
on
a
page.