I wonder after the things I've lost, opportunities ideas or house keys, people most of all, so many I was white close with, where does intimacy go when it does? When you see a person, in a Wal-Mart, at a bus stop, on Facebook, in your dreams and say, "where have "we" been? I miss "us", emotions are energy, if energy can never be destroyed then what happens to it? The snap and crackle of synapses that used to mean love but now are unreplied messages on Facebook or on a phone. We've become island into ourselves floating in lonely seas while what once was is  laid neglected in a friendship elephant graveyard.

... or, Smoke 'em If Ya Got 'em...

You can't argue or reason with Life or with God; you can't call it on your own terms. You just have to call it in the air, accept it as the chips fall...
The moon would rise over the obsidian roof, but until it did, there was just the black sky and the matching shingles...
It's easy to believe that there's no hope when all that surrounds you and all that you can see is darkness...
While the light in you says that it can't be dark forever, that the moon will come, and with it, the light...
But knowing and believing are two completely separate things when the only light that you can truly see comes from the cold embrace of the Winter Hunter...

And then, just by chance, you step back. One step, two, then four. And the moon becomes visible through the leaves in the trees and over the eaves of the roof.
It's then that you realize that the only thing that separates the light from the dark, the hope from the hopelessness, is just four small steps... and the limitless perspective that lies within.

that cold, brisk sorta smokey smell of autumn tho that infuses your nostrils like an ancient tonic which abruptly awakes you from ugh slumber and blah dumb depression, and, somehow, weirdly heals the affects of those two festering holes left by energy vampires that ****, literally and figuratively

A thousand hands on my skin.
Hours of lips against my
Chest.

Openness, the smell of woman
On every single breath of
Air.

Contained. Possessed.
Consumed. Engulfed. Confined.
Content.

I float in love craving me.
My every cell in bliss.
Water;

I am a leaf in a stream.
Floating in the featherness of
Relentless attention;

Too exhausted to sleep, yet
Giving in to dreaming
On.

A laughing prisoner.
More bars, locks, chains!
Caged in, and so, so free.