A touch of younger stuff
just rolling off your cuff
Weakens my knees
as through the day
I find myself kneeling.
By the end of our encounter
I'm holding back from begging
and crying in between the lines
of the words I speak.
None of it does any good in the end
as your eyes look down
and beckon my back
to the ceiling
Kiss me old man
tell me I'm worth a glance
and I'll give you the nothing sagging through my fingers
As I pursue
my bones find a lack of a base in my words
so my eyes bleed spat flowers
horror on the floor.

Remind me of goals lost
in days of slowly rotting
finding comfort in an easy hole
I can make friends learn
I made friends learn to see only forgetting
Please
just another ten minutes
of panicked searching for proof
that I am the redemption ****
that could grow
through all the stones
I bragged I could seed

The liar mouse is revealed
and pity stays another hand
so I can find another life to steal

Wet stone cuts
through earth
in waves
of a dark sea rising
to settle back
into streaked moonlight
under stars
and clouds
deep blue outline

Warm skin aches
for the peace
of dangerous things
safely seen
at a distance