Tonight I write with the pale hands of the loneliest creatures Tonight I am explosive with the tales of my defeat and the short comings of what I have to gain
Tonight I light my cigarette and watch its smoke make love to the moon in the midnight sky delicately it wraps around my fingers like a lover the only thing keeping me company besides language
Tonight I am vulnerable, waiting to be haunted by a captivating lock of eyes, dark and strong eyebrow expressions a slight hesitation of enamored cheek bones and hands that tell stories of kings and queens stories of war/passion/starvation/survival
Tonight I am wrapped in my sadness shedding all over me like a semi-transparent cloak a mistress seen behind a fog of stagnant hope I breathe in my wine rub my tongue on my pallet brush my hair behind my ear massage my temples exhale
Tonight I tell my wild eyes and veins to be patient I ask my trembling soul to bare with me in silence I beg my vicious feet to remain still, please do not run away come my lush heart, remember to keep beating expand by black lungs, keep breathing
Tonight, there is something that has finally broke through the message pleading for my attention from you you are a storm, awakening yet filled with rain how can I love you, mourn you, conceal you in this poem from so far away
Tonight I have mastered the language of tears, just some more yes most of the time my life is miserable, but whenΒ Β laughter sparks a fire in me I am the happiest white soul under the blazing sun the warmth that fills me, can make the orchids smile - can make rocks fall in love
Tonight I sleep once more alone in a small bed that I call my own in a haven of singular sorts this place I call home