honey coated lips,
passionate kisses ,like hot
tea, coat my spirt.

shouldn't we be more than we are now
in another plane of existence I know we must be
two lovers wrapped in crisp sheets under the rise of dawn's glow
I can almost feel the pads of my fingertips brushing your caramel chest
...almost
you're awaiting my arrival as I succumb to sleep
proudly tasting your lips in the astral realm
intertwined in the abyssal cosmos
our toes grazing the Milky Way
and for a moment I know just what your sweet flesh feels like against mine
it's all real until reality presents itself
snapping my eyes open to the grey
alone and cold
anticipating our next date in the evanescent macrocosm

These four walls are my companions
The one window is my escape
But I still sit in this room converting my dreams into ink blots shaped like letters
I’m stagnant in my own monotony
I can hear myself chuckle at my own thoughts
My own...
Everything I have known is my own
Everything I see belongs to me…
Maybe I am the root of all of my demons
Unfortunately i am the ghost in my machine
In the end i sit alone
Documenting the same range of melancholy through my typewriter
Everyday it clacks in monotone
And everything is the same
What’s outside?
I’ve forgotten. Was I free yesterday? What about the day before?
I can’t remember anymore.
Was i typing a letter?
A note? A list?
A scrap of poetic literature to emphasis my overbearing loneliness?
Everyday I stare at the door
But I cannot muster the courage to pull upon the one object that will let me go
Life is easier here
Life can never change
Security in Monotony
Freedom encaged
My mind is free to wander and my body free to walk
My voice is free to shout
I am free to cry, to pout, to scream in anger
I am free
Maybe…
I am free...

moonbeams in my glass
intoxicating my soul
****** off the night sky

so this is it.
the ending.
the middle.
the beginning...I'm not sure
lately days have managed to blur my vision
I know no transition
I know dissociation
to pull myself from what is real
lately days run past in hyper speed breaking the wall between my sanity and the insane
and it aches when I think about it
confronting it in the cold confines of what I call my home

midnight thoughts about
a man that will never be
mine...my mind won't rest

love, please breathe me in
like fresh peppermint tea leaves
I want to be yours