smoke hangs soft in the kitchen
like a swimmer's long hair
pushed smoothly by currents
no one could see there
and the sun slips down
to sit on my sink
as i turn black and blue
slowly starting to think:
your rhyme is like lime
great, after tequila
but I know how you feel- a,
loner and bitter
unstable but strong
we had something so real
but it didn't take long
before we we both cracked
and with it the bond
but now i obsess on simile
and confess to to sad, simple apostrophe
when I should have said
what you mean to me
and described you the way
only I can see
but I'm probably vain
and must have been wrong
cause I've felt before
that I'd always be alone
though while in your arms
I felt so at home
while we both did sleep
window cracked for a breeze
with both of our dreams
dripping into the streets
but it was honey, and warm
and safe under the sheets
where I listened to your running
subconscious spring
I could see all your thoughts
but can't wear your ring
then we watched rising tides
break over your head
and how i still miss
being rocked in your bed