Bubbles in a bath,
loud moaning blaring in the back
as I look down at the
bruising on my
muted
skin.

I try to imagine
myself with your
glowing frame
submerged underneath
the water.

Without you, I've
been a bit dramatic.

A bit manic.

Wandering and wonderin';
yeah, I've let my mind
slip at night.

In the hours of now until
then, I try to
refrain.

I indulge myself
into routine.

I watch lovers on the
screen.

Envisioning myself with
women in the late
hours but mimicking
your strokes in the
morning.

Without you,
without you.

I'm free to be me.

With you, I'm
happy.

Molten coffee scorches my
untouched tongue,
reminding me that
I can still feel
warmth.

Damp moss grazes my
untasted body,
reminding me that
I can still
dream.