10.

Why don’t you speak to me anymore?
When those winded instruments sound
descending down an imaginary tree
I wonder why you lied and
told me you were intrigued
You were so quick to vanish
and so difficult to find, securing
yourself in your own solitary confines
Even with your curiosity piqued,
I have not seen you in weeks.


3.

I see myself in you
and fear you see transparency
Time has never been accommodating
and I’m a terrible keep
Scattered, strewed, my mouth remains
We speak in text just the same
but our shades of color are too faded
to be seen by eyes so jaded

1.

Maturity at its peak
but time has its own agenda
and so do you (and your libido)
Distractions are brief
but I still feel my chest warm
when our eyes meet
Words can’t express the
splendor you induce.
Almost makes me want to puke.