The forces of attraction
can only be explained in
this chemical disarray of
hormonal derangement.

Attracted to intellect,
turned on by clever words;
it's only natural, every now and then,
*attraction tends to burn.

I shouldn't have picked up when you called last night

I should have remembered when we had the last fight

I should have said no, we were both high

But you painted stars on my midnight sky

For a moment I'd forgotten the galaxies of your embrace

The tingling beneath my skin, blasting off into space

I feel your breath shrouding against my face

You smell like cigarettes and aftershave

You touch me and I feel like a queen

The stretch marks, the imperfections, you truly love me

There's scabs on your knuckles and a cut under your eye

But you're so gentle now, in this moment in time

Your hand leaves the blanket and finally finds mine

It's completely dark, aside from the moonlight's shine

.
I saw you in dream,
We walked together,
Kaleidoscopic,
Like truly it had once been,
The comfort of always you in hand,
The sun's caress, the open skies,
A secret valley, fields beyond
The first breaking,
Dawns perfection,
Then music, newly made
Played on, seeping
A soft étude of warm drops,
Rain so gently dripping,
The whole meadow began to move,
Yellow butterflies and red winged warblers
Wafting round circuitous, ceremonious,
Soothed in simple harmony,
We made our barefoot way,
Toes in the sands,
Passed lofty streams, came upon
Golden gleams, glens, surprised
By lake shores seams and slowly,
Without fortune, gazed
Into the creaking sadness
Of blue
Reflections.
Suddenly, we slid, fell
Amid rolling tears
Filling our eyes,
And my hands reached
Out into nothingness . . .
Demise,
You,
Vapourized.
I awoke into steadfast
Silence and smoke
Of low, deepest night,
Tarnish taste of sloe
Burn and cold blackness,
Hopeless, banished,
Before the running after fall,
Near inklings of those
Only, once known,
Unblemished,
Hues, fading,
Lost,
Colours.