I never miss what is always in front of me
Like a great piece of music, you never really appreciate it until it is done and gone
Then you remember how disgusting the silence sounded

We are indentured to our fancies
I hold her to the sky
Her elegance
Her grace
Casually disregards the physical laws that bound us all
Manipulating time and space with the contours of her body
She spits into the wind and comes out dry

When I close my eyes
I can see her
Running through a black and white field of intoxicating color
Her lips mouthing the crucial wisdom that would allow me to turn this ******* around

Silence

Have you ever considered that the absence of sound is a million never ceasing screams that we have become tone deft to.
Your words always had that effect on me

If I could give up and sulk in proper fashion
I would blind fold myself and stay here with you for ever
My plight would be a national event
The masses would canonize me
Little would they know

About my thirst
The crippling compulsion to have you all to myself
It’s been months now
Might as well be years
The convulsions from the withdrawals are the only things that will never abandon me

That’s the core, is it not?
People casually nibble away at your sweet flesh
Until they reach what makes you
The deep seeded values from which everything else sprung forth
Like your DNA
A culmination of the mutations of your genial history

My mother
My Father
A cesspool of ***** and ****
The murkiness
It walks
It talks
Perpetuates the illness and tells its self that it’s fine

I want to be cleansed
Crest the water and become someone new
Desalinate all of my bitterness
I would then fit into a thimble
I would only be desirable to those with dry mouths and cracked lips

A sip of something sweet
Then thirst again