The compass spins beneath your touch,
A trembling needle, sweet but wrong.
North fades away, craving too much,
South humming your name in foreign song.

Your laughter drips like melting wax,
Stinging my skin, I let it scream.
We kiss in rooms where shadows pass,
And call it love when it’s just greed.

The path curves on, the stars look pale,
Each sign we pass is written twice.
Your hand is warm, your stories stale,
But I still gamble on the dice.

If stars were mine, I’d spend them fast,
On one more kiss, slow-motioned and true.
But darling, broken glass cuts deep at last,
And still my heart points back to you.

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My journey round Herdsman
began by changing direction,

a statuesque black swan
displayed in its muddy riverbed.

Business types operating drones
in fenced fields,

I saw the freeway which I was
pushed-out into, re-entering to

find the freeway once more.
Another entry point up ahead,

welcoming me back with its
tunnel of shade,

then encouraged back into the
open.

Buildings surfacing upon trees,
presenting as industrial nests.

I saw what brightness the sky
had to offer.

The day continues,
yet, you remain lingering
in the quiet corners of my mind—
like sunlight that remains
long after the clouds have rained…

I drink my coffee slowly,  
as if extending time and thinking may be,
it will somehow pull you nearer,
but the minutes only
slip through my fingers.

If distance had a taste,
it would be bittersweet,
and I think I would drink it anyway my love,
just to keep you warm on my lips <3

I cannot sleep without finding you,
and when I find you,
in my dreams…
I search in the dream
for evidence that it is real—
your voice, your hand,
the way you look at me.
Then relief washes over me,
and I am certain
you have returned for good this time.

But then,morning is cruel.
I wake to only the impression of you
in the pillow,
and the absence of your heartbeat
in the silence!!

And So I just wish..
I wish it so much that
To drift forever in those dreams
Where my head is in that shoulder of yours
Where you are always and
you just never leave..
and My love for you..
never has to wake <3

Shoulder pain, tensing up;
scrolling feeds of nothingness
on an android,

before sleep or wasting lucky
days off writing sloppy poetry.

Perhaps I'm simply
concealing unfinished products?

Elbows folding in on
themselves, neck retreating into chest.

Anticipation of excitement.

Something new from suddenly worn out provocations with muscle all their own.

All I know is haste will leave my brain.
All I know is that I'm likely to forget things, or

Search wrongly for ungodly, rudimental possessions.

I won’t forget, apart from everything
I must remember not to.