You are there- At the heart of existence Crawling in memories Surging inside the branches of my aortic archway like a cascade of wastewater sending the last bits of exuberance away into exile.
You slither beneath a pile of hopeful dreams- the rash and folly of youth Their hearts ripped apart by your front fangs Your voracious tongue splashes my depth and dips its venom in my flowing pith- pleasure. .
So you are there! Everytime I look for breath in my creaky chest but find only cigarette smoke drifting away from 'your' lungs. There's a glow at night that of the firefly in me- I guess, or the end of your seventh cigarette I cannot tell.
Nobody sees you these days But you are still there. I always sense your mischievous fingers and ecstatic half-open eyes a moment before I realise You are really gone.
I am quite satisfied with this one, honestly. An actual precise expression of how I feel.