Luminous pulse caught
Inside my brain, and
My eyes close but I'm still awake-
Wondering...
Do you think of me like I always think of you...
And
Can you still hear my voice
Ringing when I'm gone;
Unseen, but felt still.
So I've become the ***** geisha and
I want someone else to love me too much;
I never seem to find love so
I pursue the hunted rush.
(A paradox of safety
Because the closer to
Death you are, is the
Most awake you feel)
Seems a dream, that's all
You'll  only ever be, a dream when you
Caress my legs and slither through
My blueberry vein.
I just want to feel complete again and feel
Comfort in the quiet of being alone.
Another day does not mean
Yesterday has faded and retreated
Away.
You are a phantom In full flight,
Coming on hazy, as the night
Smashing all the lights.