the slight knock on the door
is it the one that i adore?
your voice is near my door

the window is open slightly
ever so slightly
you knock once more
this time the door invites you warmly

i opened the door thinking you were there
the indefinite moan of your name
slips from my lips

i close the door
but i hear you once more
the wind carries the ever-so-slight
warble of our lips in synchronization

as i turn towards the next corridor
your blood is on the floor
it streaks -
missing you more

i miss
the cool breeze of your lips
that dullens my  pain
cools my anger
intensifies my desires

numb my soul
allow it to breathe
by shooting your morphine
down my soul
and
heal my lost heart
broken and cold

(b.d.s)