I wish someone would kiss me
the way stars kiss the darkness
   just before it dawns
perhaps then I would know
how it feels to be missed.

My desperate hands
search for the answers
lost in the brambles
among the valleys
and peaks
and soft arches of your sigh
looking for the key to a heart
I once lost in a frenzy
of lust
and profanity.

No, there's no such thing as a long goodbye
that's just me, dragging out the inevitable.

And no, I'm not blaming you
maybe I wished too hard that it would last a lifetime
I should've adopted your cynicism on love
that would've saved my soul from impossible heartbreak.

And no, I don't stay awake keeping up the stars anymore
this time they wait on me, watching
as I sleep soundly in a field of clover cradled in love.

And no, I'm not thinking of you or crying again
I wake up, pull open the curtains
stare wide eyed at how beautiful the world is
and how it was never anything but the way it has always been.

And no, I'm not broken anymore.

Your poems are magik
the intoxication I imbibe
and I would willingly wander
a penniless drunk
if you were to ever tell me
that I was your muse.

You're drinking wine
from the chalice of pleasure
could it be
that to you
love was always
more of an afterthought?

I was looking for A Hero
never suspecting
you were just
another soul fraught.

Maybe really all we are
is con artists,
magicians good with words
lucky enough to find some fool
who thinks what we say
is worth something.

Have you ever been in love?

Well I have.
Because you are;
my sin
my absolution
my redeeming qualities
my heartbeat
my muse
everything

(I will never have).