I don't know how not to cry in my sleep
How to be what another sees
To do as others do
To not feel what others feel
To be as still as a day without a breeze

The touch that bruises
The one that burns
The teeth that clamp on my wrist
Seeping away all emotion
A rushing stream of red
Locking away the concept of
Love

A gentle touch
A drug for the soul
To allow another in
To see without fear
Shadowing my steps like a shade

To ask him to embrace
The darkness behind my eyes
Welling up like Stygian Night
Become the moon
Light the darkness
And allow me to dance
Once more

One day I'll wish upon a star
And see the darkness in-between as more
I'll see the wishers, the dreamers, the thinkers,
Only to find that I am not what they wish/dream/think I am
And we will play cosmic chess on an ebony and translucent triangle board
Amongst the wormholes and exploding lights of space

Gentility caresses the lines of his hands
Never rough, though callused
His hands were made to write
To trace out the tiny symbols of humanity
In a form that allows the unconscious free
The rush of a soul's fire

Golden laughter
In a silver song
Gentle hands
With a rakish face
A warm breeze
In the middle of a cool day
Every man's son
Every person's friend
Pure heart
Stopped beating
Too soon

Perfect golden ridges
Waived before my too-green eyes
By a hyper blond boy
As if the world's truth
Is contained within
Speckles of painted spices
Dance pure bliss
Into the spots of color
On the monotone chip
The boy's eyes hold laughter
I puzzle the truth
He already knows

To sit amongst the starry night
To dream of the day past
Whispering to the dim moonlight
Of love you hope will last

Truth amongst the shadows
Light against the dark
Laying amidst the willows
Listening to the lark

Sounds of inane chatter and wasted motion fill my ears
I sit still on the chill ledge of a falsely fertile planter
Awaiting the nature that is hidden beneath the cement
And watch the people passing by, ants scurrying
To continue their typically tiny errands of life