Look,
I would literally give anything to forget you
The mind spasms,
The eerie loneliness mocking at me,
Every time someone takes your name.

But i don't just sit wallop, date, flirt, random kiss and push people away.

I cry and miss you.

Not always.

Occasionally?

yes.

"To Richard,"
And tears fell, as i wrote your name.

"Don't go please."

34, wishland street,
Where wishes are unfulfilled.

And that sweat dripping on from beautiful body and as i held you close, eyes burning to one another and i feel your warmth on your skin.
Making me burn,
Burning in lust.
Skin on skin,
If we must.

The tiny marks in our hands
Aren't they beautiful?
Some crossed, some uncovered,
Some, simply
Wonderful.
And I am writing this poem for those wonderful times,
When this world was you and I,
When I was 5 and you were wet,
I found you drenched under a little shed,
The little paws and the big eyes,
Licked my face
And my heart was set,
I carried you under a raincoat,
And got my boots squeaked and torn,
And regardless, my mom took you for a monster
With ugly teeth and horn.

Years passed, and i grew up
From a boy to a man,
Couldn't take care of you, too busy,
With my dreams and my plan,

And one day i came back from another country,
And saw you no more,
For, there lied only the little raincoat,
That you and i once wore.

This wrath of utter stubbornness, Shouting at me, tranquility of nothing but spilled wine on the floor, shouting like a mad man!

Is all that is left to love.
The grey hair and stubborn face
And weak eyes but steady gaze
All these years left to pace,
My love for you.

Between thin lines of rage and the grey collar on your neck
Handsome brawl of 4 scores and three
Is all left for me
And i marvel between wrinkled eyes
And laugh with all the bitter smiles
And remember this on a sudden while
The walk to the alter.
For there stood the same man before me,
Now grey hair and youth free
And all that belongs to me
In this life and forever.

My oath to you is fair and true,
For love is old and nothing new
The grave's cold but not our hearts,
beating for one another.

I see you slipping away behind the cupboard
I see your eyes reflect the moon
Those glassy eyes, shining like crystal
made me remember dew drops of June
Hey little mousie
Don't be afraid
I have cheese and shelter
And a bit of cake that i made
Don't slip away in the darkness
You're the only one that i have
I won't jump and scream
Shouting from the top
"**** it! there goes the rat!"
My dear little mousie,
This house is vast and dark
Why don't we go near lampshades
And not play hide and seek for a start?
My dear, feeble,  mousie
Don't go near the mouse hole
For there lies the mouse trap,

And our little rendezvous will be untold.

I have ears, don’t wake me up.
Winds up here blowing in my ears
Fatherhood, come, here I shine
Cold and lonesome, crying in fear.

I think you hear.

September cries, so do i.
Pain inflicting as fear
Bicycle rides, open air
All washed away by tears.

I think you hear.

When I shout these to the world
Standing on the stage alone
Words crying in your ear
Do you hear?

And then at sudden times
When I am king of fear
I shout to you
“I know you hear!”

And I know inside
Between tears and cries
In the shadows, very near
His face shows proud and bright
And I whisper

“I know you are here.”