Words are hollow shells
breaking under weight of the
actions, rarely bold.

Inspiration lacks
when my muse has gone away;
My heart flutters not.

I can feel it in
the air--the world becoming
consciously aware.

Why waste all these
words on you when you can't even
open my snapchats?

I dreamt of slow-dancing
and we waltzed until I woke
Hazy scent of desires unspoke
I, mangled with your absence,
breathe a mere thought of
reality's biting grip and rip
the blanket from my bones
Naked and exposed, more
vulnerable and assured
than ever to disclose
those tender tickles
I feel when in repose,
visceral and verbose
I spew black for it's
pronounced and bold
amplifying the dark hold
melted to my frame
Bursting free, finally
with a pounding chest,
primary shades to express,
and fear tentatively at rest
Your hand in mine gives
a soft and slow caress
and I exhale our dance
of coalesce.