Wood grain on
Bare feet
The smell of cigarettes
Muddled with the
Crisp cool embrace of fall.
The leaves rustle
And crickets chirp
Then all is still.
I can feel you,
A warming presence
That draws me like
Moths to a flame
Lost in reminiscence
Almost forgetting
No one is here at all

The rosin still clings
To my slackened strings
And my shine is all but gone.
Yet you found me;
There lying still and silent,
In my funerary garments
Of tattered velvet
and darkened oak.
You called to me,
Coaxing me back into being.
For yours is a labor of love;
I need you nearly as much
As you need me; Musician.

Resolved.
Decisive.
Determined.
Unconcerned.
Absolute.
Established.
Poised.
Braced.
Fixed.
Certain.
Unsure.

Why does it always feel like
Cat-and-mouse
on a cocktail napkin?
My red lipstick stains
your collar,
Just as it stains my
tainted soul.

Your effortless perfection
Swallows me whole.
I try to drink it down.
But its a kind of flawless
I can't digest.
If only you knew the true
Meaning of servitude.
My love struck bonds
Hold me
The way you refuse to
My forceless captor.

Demoralization.
The delinquency of this
day-and-age.
With clipped wings and
Gnashing teeth
we contemplate escape
from our gilded cages.
Material.ism
Nihilism.
New religion at large
Go into your churches
Your synagogues ,
Pray for your things.

Unsettling,
An almost unnerving sense
of utter disillusion.
Sweet pangs of jealousy
Tempered by debilitating regret.
Will I never be your only?
No, I think I shall take my lot
and my leave.
Jaded repercussion,
You've been forgiven but not
forgotten. Never forgotten.
Your words have been etched in me
Lithographically.
Why must we be reduced to
Coy smiles and casual glances?
Will it ever be enough to just love
Someone.