I come here looking,
mostly for you,
but looking nonetheless.

Not because i’m curious,
or interested even in the least,
but because i’m afraid.

My fear: of myself,
by myself, and ultimately,
for myself.

Of course I will find You,
everywhere; anywhere,
I look I will find You

If I only knew,
always that I would find You,
I wouldn’t come looking.

Poison the well.

We do all that we can.
Not for the great return,
no,
but to know.

I'm good for a while I'm last.

Yes;
Just drop,
the needle in the whiskey.

iDigress.

who the cap fit?
i d k

sip sip from the cup,
from the cup.

Oh. ****.

Just where are theose shoes, now?
the mismatched ones,
with-the-out the any laces?

please, please.
if this is desperate,

O hunny,

Oh.

bother.

Lying on my back;
vibrating todays song

Giggling girls;
assuredly wrong

snickering aloud,
"But wait, you're not dreaming!"

Silly girls,
I've been dreaming all along.
__

Running backwards on busy streets
Smashed out car window; Detroit Love

Doped-up zombi with a blonde wig on;
"I would've fallen back asleep,
but then the movie would be over"

By the glass river now..
I've taken my dip up stream

Finally figured out today,
how to cook a meal for just 1.
It’s been how many years since then?
probably the same until i see you again,

and just when i thought,
i might need a friend,
the food is all gone,
no need for seconds.

Must’ve been the perfect amount,
as there’s none left on the pans,
and i couldn’t dare eat another bite,
i find, as my plate returns to clean.

No pictures for the web,
not even a trace of the love spent,
only dishes in the sink, soaking,
and the need to roll up a cigarette.

This album on repeat,
enough time to have my eat,
and all the dishes cleaned,
This stanza on repeat.

We’re well into today,
but it’s the first time i’ve filled,
no harm was done,
no animals killed. (i hope)

And all else falls away,
as the clock reads 4-twenty,
the olives were a nice touch,
but that’s all you get.

Perhaps a cup,
of cowboy coffee,
to compliment,
the digesting refection.

This album on repeat,
smoke is rolled for me,
and all the dishes cleaned,
This life is on repeat.

It’s not that I don’t want to,
enjoy your fine substances,
be them oral, or nasally ingested;
I believe I’ve had my share,

And the incessant smoke,
of all sorts of flavors and scents,
That too;
I have filled my lungs.

Strange plates,
full of material for delight,
make no sense,
to a belly that is full.

And how I would occupy,
a room full of company,
if only:
I hadn’t cut myself off.

I have tried these means,
and what good they have done,
but sorry i am,
for no better i feel.

Engaging your lust,
would befit a king,
if not for the harlem,
I gave away.

Indulging imagination,
might be a nice trip,
had not I taken,
the tour a few too many.

Give in to the ego,
only resort,
I just as "me,"
apparently not enough.

Another night,
right?

Curtain drops.
We dip,
to get lit.

round the corner,
to the friend spot,
cold stares,
from neighbor thugs.

Miss Minnesota,
don't ya know?
catches up,
when i've already gone.

You're a *****?
No You're not.
Waving her rancid hand,
testament to that fact.

Need a ride home?
nah, i wouldn't neither,
not this early.
__

Man lying face down,
in the middle of the street,
frantic to find,
the lost looms of his soul-sheet.

To the corner,
no,
down the way.
Crowbar in hand,
Clink. Clink. Clink.

Beat the bouncer,
deranged,
our eyes meet,
she escapes to the back room.

Up to the balcony,
9-piece in hand,
"have i got what it takes!?"
"To finish the job??"

He had what it takes,
as his thump blocked the light,
coming beneath the door.

&& my head still hurts,
so near to his explosive absolution.

I killed a mother,
and the boy acting as her son.
After tangling her up in my whip
as she tried to do the same,
and inching my way closer,
closer to her face;
allowing me to see,
just who had thrown
that first blow.

I grabbed that mother,
by the back of her neck;
as she tangled herself further
into that rope,
and so i grabbed that little boy,
by the same scruff of skin,
and held them both,
so closely, yet in contempt.

The little boy,
might not have had much to do,
in all honesty, and reminded me
much of how I had seen my mother;
just moments ago;
before this malice broke out.

restrained and struggling,
they both fought with inevitable,
and i showed their struggling bodies;
still full of life,
to their reticent comrade,
and she did not do, but watched.

Closer i brought them to me;
now both tangled in that rope,
and squeeze i did;
so that nothing could squirm from my grasp.
By the back of their necks,
i managed to sever them both,
and died together did that mother,
and the boy acting as her son.

Hello?

I’m nearly afraid to face,
that the state as of late,
i’ve been in;
MI or Wyoming,
is truly just a dream,
and i might have to wake up,
to this lonely bed again.

You’re heavier than a morning mist;
the sun is above; but only
its light, and none of its love.

i am still surrounded however,
by a feeling i’d love to keep forever,
as i see you in every direction i look,
and i know it is you; i will not be mistook.

We tread our own waters,
in each of our ways,
for now maybe shallows,
but by the end of the day,

We nestle up deep,
inside one another,
return to the surface,
only for air and for laughter.

You are the great unknown,
and i am the great explorer,
right now it’s very simple
right now we’re on the border.

Nothing separating,
not anything between us,
explorer also explored,
unknown and everything.

I hadn’t once thought,
about your body against mine,
only millimeters of cloth,
in between our eternity.

That kiss; possibly the first one,
and the way it reached,
to the back of my mind,
and tickled my lips at the same time.

Our hips in line,
ready to roll, and tuck,
with the waves, and tides,
which brought us together.

No, not once had i thought,
about the love i’d feel,
in a state so serene,
when you visited me in my dream.

I noticed you through my window.
i was breathing,
you were leaving.

I wondered how to talk to you,
if i should leave a note on your car,
or if i should just wait.

Funny you should return,
your car near that same spot,
and that i might still be in my window;
just breathing.

It’s hardly your fault:
the disappointment i have felt,
at your expense,
in relation to my self.

I fear i have made it too easy,
to delight or dissatisfy,
based on the potential,
in all human beings.

Pure possibility,
and in a realm,
where anything is,
and can be.

Like three steps down,
our relationship
has been one down,
after another,

and to think,
with all the love we had,
above all else,
i looked down.

As simple as:
breaking the threshold,
crown upon my head,
you scramble off his ****,

and why oh why,
cannot you be the one,
i never even cared for,
as i walk away.

How easy it would’ve been,
to ruin it from the beginning,
grant her the delight,
and give you up then,

and so i travel,
along the border waters,
the bears are coming in,
quickly they are coming in.

Carmel colored Cancer,
seeping through my veins,
numb to pleasure,
on a physical plane.

Friendly fire free-for-all,
bittersweet sensation,
hear no, see no, speak no more,
consume without cessation.

Painting playful pictures,
impressed by my own mind,
feeling all, but everything,
and bury what i find.

hope no, care no, want no more,
breathe in what is inside,
without movement atop the water,
shifting only with the tide.

I fell in love,
with a beautiful girl,
so i turned around,
and left her the world.

i only eat,
when i need to ****,
the ghost would stop haunting,
if i could take a hint.

I look for you,
every time i am here,
without words to give,
only things to forget.

you treat me like,
the child i am,
without trying,
to humor my ego.

I am ******* you darling,
for i am ******* myself,
such a beautiful piece,
i did not mean to judge.

A beautiful piece,
of myself you are, but still,
not the same standards.

I am tortured by the form you have taken,
by your representation and illumination.
it is nothing other than pure ecstasy,
dipped in radiance,
and toasted to a golden crisp.

I am always left with wanting more.
More means without any ends;
the sun shining brightly,
and you forever smiling upon me.

You are decadent.
swirling around in the desires,
that exist for you, without you,
and in that casting you lay in wait,
spring loaded and ready to accept,
that which is asked of you.

You are forever more,
encompassing my passion,
and passionately encompassing,
all the threads of my being.

We are not so different,
You and I,
A means without an end,
and an end without any means

I’ve seen so much love in this world,
i don’t even know what to do without it.
To say you aren’t the most beautiful
part of all; that would be a lie,
but you know she, and he, and i are too.

This will bounce all night if you let it; if i let it,
and in between the rhythm,
is a space so dark and cold,
the light pulses become detectable,
from years away, and how i see it now:

Space echoes, deep and long
wavelengths so spread, you’d think they were forgot,
but when the light is seen, the rainbow revealed,
all this nonsense finds it’s way ,
into sensical thought space, and maybe
you’ll see the dark side of your moon.

Well i do forget from time to time,
if i weren’t mistaken actually,
its the forget i do best, and only slightly time
to time, because space in between,
sometimes means more than the light itself,

These lines, they reflect
on themselves, and repeat as far as they reach,
and we let them, allowing more space between
for things unseen, that young girls believe,
but that’s just between you and we.

Oh how just as it starts to come together,
it falls back away, or changes complete pace
as you were about to land
the ground lost its place;
no face to save.

It is what it is, really,
and sometimes it is what’s not,
but the meteors that burn up
are the most dazzling thing in the sky;
that is in your eyes.

Quite simple really:
the operation,
to remove the thoughts
from my head,
and the heart
from your heaving chest,

and for now on
it will be that much easier
to act as one,
now that you’ve got my mind,
on you, and your heart
is mine.

Those days
the sun is sparse,
and nights
the cold is long,
will dissolve;
as our separation.

No longer the cliffs, and crags
of deep, thoughtful tumult
shall haunt my fissures;
only illumined rays of creation,
likened to empty lungs’
love of inspiration to remain.

Nor shall the cushion of pins,
trickling the wealth of blood
from your soul to its body,
feel another *****, or pang;
as its sewn into my love, our life
eternally refilled; wholeness again.

And so our planes; similarly
as i’ve got the heart from you,
and you’ve got the mind of me,
allowing us to be; most peaceably,
the best of both sides of infinity,
you are i, and i am we

replacing the time, indefinitely,
too many thoughts of you,
and too much love for me,
removing the lines separating infinity.

Only moments ago
when dogs weren’t barking,
and arctic chills hadn’t yet run up my spine;
before the brightness of today,
had yet to burn into my retinas,
and these eyes hadn’t seen the beginnings,
of a snow falling day.

I was in the jungle,
high in paradise,
kissing foreign girls,
with foreign tongues,
and speaking to old friends,
in languages i did not know,
about things i did not care for.

Riding frivolously down the ‘wrong’ path,
headed in the opposite direction,
only to be corrected,
by a friendly local, explaining,
“Love, love is in that direction;
the one you just came,
and from whence you will return.”

And the night fell, and tourists grew scared,
for the streets held all sorts of responsibilities,
and although i had been crying,
those lovely tears of joy, after being handed
the red rock of my fate, by a man seeming friend,
not long after dark,
he was forcing bags into unsuspecting customers’ hands.

after refusing, after breaking off from the rest,
as they attempted to coral me,
and the bag of loot in my hand
barricades had no effect, as my heart and soul,
this vibrating force of nature not to be reckoned with,
shed its timidity, its apprehensiveness,
and revealed that black leopard coat and delta growl,

and instead of opening up that beast,
to let it tear through those wanting the best of me,
i stretched myself out, in a warm bed,
and opened my eyes to see,
the dog curled up at my feet,
and a slit of sunlight from outside,
lights now off, day now on.

Waltz,
Spirits,
&& so much more.

Eyes,
Inspire,
Wildfires.

In him,
Within.

Child-size surprise,
Akin to lands lost,
in s p a c e, in time.

Arise.

The Sun Ascends.

Un otro dia en el paraíso
rainbows overhead,
and the black of my soul
spewed across my own belly.

Must've awoke in light,
for now I am the penetrating darkness.
The spots cannot be washed,
only moved to suit the life.

You were so naked in front of me,
but my unending frustration hindered evermore,
my scarce chance at you.

Sometimes it's difficult to tell what's light,
and what is it shining on?
For neither seems to quell this feeling;
Oh well, perhaps it's on to Waghdas.

Hunny, you are the honey,
atop my fulfilling parfait.
Oh how you exemplify all the wonderful parts,
of this warm, wet, middle-Earth day.

Just as the yogurt,
your skin so soft and smooth,
and like the banana underneath,
you know how i move.

Vibrant darkness within bursting pomegranate,
full of lovely sensual flavors,
amongst sticky, sweet rehydrated grapes,
just in from space, for my belly you grace.

And the chunks of crunchy granola,
spread out; mixed in,
you’ve got your hard to-do’s,
we are all nuts here in the end.

How you appeal to me, creamy whites,
luminescent undertones,
darkness full of ecstasy,
coconut shreds; delicate like bones

But truly what you have in common,
with this bowl of splendid sustenance,
You are always on my mind,
and like my parfait you are gone.

I am only a loan.
This life,
alive,
alone.

Dashed out quickly,
on the cold, wet concrete.

i'd rather take you away,
and **** you my self,
than never see you,
and know you’re the cutest ******,
that town has ever seen,
and have the prettiest hands,
that have ever made,
domino’s pizza.

Why must we torture ourselves?
i haven’t had nicotine in days,
caffeine in weeks,
and only 2 meals a day,
and yet i feel so strung up;
tied to the habits i didn’t even hold on to.

its a horrible trick:
to show yourself such a beautiful image,
of what could be,
knowing especially the ****,
that is underneath,
and under that?
Sure its a light so full,
gold doesn’t even come near.

i always find this here,
in the realm of my heart:
my true nature all around,
and my tears all on the ground.
For i could have, would have, should have,
all day long,
but what did i?
No i was not; we must’ve both been mistaken.

i’d promise you heaven,
but you can only give it to yourself,
and as for the rest of us here:
well we will blow around like tumbleweeds,
at the bottom of this oxygen ocean,
flowing hitherto from the last accident,
as it burns through, and from us.

this is not poetry,
this is not even clever,
words to scream so nobody will hear,
if nothing else,
i’ve got lungs to ******* breathe about it.

Somewhere between the throbbing tinnitus,
and tummy ache from liver damage,
my eyes rolled round,
and found focus on bliss.

Remembering the moments of pure distortion,
accompanied by breath,
and disrupted with the anthem,
of a hundred kids unyielding.

“All you have to do now is breathe,
You’ve done it to yourself boy.”
And a smoke coated couch,
has never smelled so great.

I’m staring at heaven,
though my eyes are closed,
and the sun now rises,
over a broken painted wall.

Punk rock paradise,
moaning out of tempo,
everyone’s waiting to get lit,
if only you’ve got a spark.

After a thorough thrashing,
we cram into the whip,
and my head finds solace,
pushed up against your seat.

The bands roll in,
everyone drops out,
to a B-flick joke,
room filled with smoke.

If i can just breathe,
If i can just be,

There’s no way,
my darkness can,
take my soul,
away from me;

Remembering always.

Chanting to the high,
Longing from below.

Layers of life,
all the way down
fearless, no;
only quartered and drawn.

Death in every moment,
remembering always.

Listen only,
Listening always,
the golden pain in my heart,
burning all to ashes.

If i can just see,
these tears are me.

You watch that rainbow,
wait for it to touch down,
hurrying to meet it on the ground,
it’s just like any other rainbow.

Surely it touches somewhere,
it penetrates deeply,
and leaves all stricken aw,

That rainbow,
all those colors, and emotions,
they touched you,
right in the ether.

I am not a robot.
Underneath this skin
are tissues, and organs,
bones, and liquids,
none of which were constructed.

I feel real things,
and try to understand them too.
I have not masked intelligence,
emotion, and humanity;
dissected and interpreted
the world around me,
and plugged it in.

My brain is human;
it did not learn human,
but lives human.
It was not programmed,
and taught human.

I receive no signals
from remote remotes,
and super computers.
I do not speak code;
only human

I am irreplaceable,
repairable and invariable.
I will learn,
and what i do not
will destroy me;
like any other
human being.

The only real problem,
with sanity is:
everybody is trying,
to be in it.

if there were room,
for all the heads,
that want to be in sanity,
nobody would actually,
want to be in it.

The scarcity of the sane,
is quite astounding,
for not many,
have actually gotten in,

and nobody got in sane,
by trying to be there.
truthfully everybody is,
already in sane;
they first must realize it.

The only real problem,
with sanity is,
how I have tried,
to get away.

You were all there,
with me,
as usual,
only something strange took over;

A thin film of reality
coated everything,
in those sunny fields,
on that day time.

The way you said your name
made them all think it, “Sarah,”
but you and i both knew,
that wasn’t really the case,

and furthermore,
we were there together,
and i destined to push you,
against the wall to kiss your face.

that laugh and smile,
all that i needed to see,
a ****** in babylon,
is a princess in hell,

and i’d probably write you a poem,
if only it wouldn’t solidify,
the cage you radiate inside,
the one in my mind.

i suppose i could laugh,
maybe cry, or just ignore,
the joy your presence brings,
waking up, falling for more,

and inside i guess  i know,
if this is how it shall be,
it will truly never work this way,
you outside, not inside me.

You see more of me,
in the hours you’re asleep;
than when you’re ready.

instead you release,
all the while i relieve,
and ask for nothing,
far and few in between .

out of sight,
out of mind,
but return we shall,
in your dreams you believe.

like a memory to retrieve,
faithful; loyal,
ready to seize,
if i, you, we please.

When not looking,
One might begin to see:
smoke & sparkles.

Just enough to distract,
enveloping the truth all the same.

Do not worry though,
It means: you are near,
to seeing things as they are.

Dashing sparkles,
no less than falling stars,
&& signals of smoke,
dense enough inside to get lost.

I’ve gotten pretty good,
at tricking my self to sleep,
make believe i’m really tired,
and how i really want those dreams.

Everyone else is sleeping,
or trying to be awake,
but here i am now,
consciously alone.

The ambient noises,
and vibrant colors,
of shapeless existence,
and indeterminable wealth.

somber scents,
and weightless thoughts,
about heroes dead,
and gone.

As time slips by,
i am only aware,
as best i can be,
of these breaths.

As it is,
Inspiration being,
the only thing,
which hasn’t left this eve.

What's keeping real together?
nothing.
intangible, unequivocal void.

I am not that real,
nor the space holding it all together now,
rather,
something rascal,
somewhere amidst heart-strings',
resonance between movements.

such a fine line,
between the light,
&& that on which this star shines.

A strange day,
to be a life.
Snow keeps fallin’,
Sun still on the rise.

A dream blanket,
coating existence,
the beauty in the air,
is nearly palpable.

Everything struggles on,
every piece,
of this thing,
struggles on.

Above this grey,
the big grey,
the sun is shinning,
a beautiful day.

Under the sill,
of a metaphoric window,
i place my pillow,
my head will lay.

Could ask for no more,
could ask for no less,
how great to be alive,
and yet to experience death.

It's Blackberry bird-**** season

Who would’ve thought,
death could taste so good,
sweet light green,
hints of mint,
those deep purple undertones.

And the vibrating of a soul,
shaking loose an exterior,
misunderstood and abused,
but no more.

Those who haven’t,
may just turn back,
but here we are,
on the verge.

Of what?
there is no "why?"
not "because"
all of it for this.

just look forward,
none of that matters now,
i’m not coming back,
i’m not coming back.

You came back this morning,
if not to cuddle, but for a moment.

You kno:
when you wake up,
in love,
everyday,
it's put up, or shut up;

I realized today:
you haven't gotten ahold of me,
because you kno i won't let go.

Sweet thing, i will break this heart of mine
whether you help me,
or not..

If this blade isn't dulled,
I will tear me to pieces.
Certainly it wouldn't be the first time..

I'm reluctant to sedate,
the manic moments that make up my life,
however great for you,
we've learned I don't do this for my self.

&& furthermore. More... Further.
Always all ways, && never not.

We ended up beside one another in line,
myself,
&& the sweetheart with the dream eyes.

The girl whose gaze reached,
where dreams dwell.
From one heart-string to another,
whose heart beat lightly,
the pulse of my own,
mirrored by a distant light,
reflecting in our languished eyes.
Alive.

Our intimate, imitant crystal gaze,
resounded all of the opulences.

Golden light pouring through pristine pools,
Pure laughter && aqueous, bubbling love.

A single dream,
just one lumen,
fixed about a sole stroke of mortal contour--
A love.

Tracing delicate differences,
illuminating a limitless furrow.

"So where are ya from?"
not her name,
nor her time.

Her answer:
the tears streaming down my face.

"From where the animals run the furthest."

my heart stumbled outwards,
my hand, apprehensive,
yet absolute,
reached her right,

Lovingly,
inclusively,
she then grasped it,
with both her heart-strings.

"Tell them on your way back,"
Smiling,
knowing deep within her contention,
**"I can't live without it."

&& Soot fell like snow,
all around.

Sheets of rainbows,
&& hail reign of the heavens.

Hue-man are you, then,
&& suffering is all.

Get my best,
She will,
&& give her some more,
I am.

Let me be.
For you.

The day the Cowboy was wrong,
was a beautiful day on Earth,
as it was his last here,
and he knew it was coming.

He awoke, knowing he would no longer,
as the vermillion sun rose,
over the mountains to the east,
dissolving all fog and doubt.

Dust whirled to his north,
alerting him to the Great Spirit’s presence,
“It was nice of you to come.
You know, not many could do this.”

He heated up a *** of coffee,
and rolled one last cigarette,
remembering vividly coyote,
coming to him that night.

Coyote explained he was wrong,
and understanding so,
all of nature collided,
bringing with it the end and beginning of all things.

As a flash of a memory dissipated,
Cowboy listened to nature’s song,
a beautiful one, the sound of nothing,
becoming everything, and nothing again.

He washed his face,
and instead of burning that smoke,
he let it put itself out,
giving it back to Mother Earth.

Just as crow arrived,
and made sound that it should be time,
he followed crow,
knowing he was wrong.

Cowboy said goodbye to no one,
and his friends, they continued;
in the last town, and in the next,
but here in no man’s land, Cowboy was it

And so he forged on,
following crow,
knowing today, the day he was wrong,
was his last day on Earth.

Awoke to the fro’s,
and to’s with ease.

On a sea of leaves,
waving high in breeze.

With might enough,
to set man’s soul free.

Oh how it gives me feels,
to be amongst these trees.

They all said, “No!”
But i screamed on,
and my boomerang took flight,
to put an end to artificial light.

We were escaping harsh reality,
You and i were to be free.
When that boomerang got chucked,
we’d see the real revolutionary.

It would’ve been run down by their trucks,
but instead you brought it to me,
and we ran hand in hand,
down the back alley.

We were headed to the north,
just You and I.
Leaving the snow covered wasteland,
the only ones left truly alive.

"Why?"
he asked,
"Why are they called the red stalks?"
For the corn were all golden..

They never did give that kid a straight answer..
Naturally, he went lookin'

As he pushed further && further in,
did they rise up to greet,
all the golden stalks,
towering.
And he began to lose track,
time, && his surroundings,
all stripped him of his belongings.

First his shoes, && scarf
jacket.. pant..

slowly..
until..

nothing was left.
(silence, but only for a moment)
Until a cold breeze did blow,
down all the golden stalks,
and leaving
only one red.

Images unsought;
Swirling,
incongruent pieces,
trapped in the vortex,
of an open mind.

In the wake,
of a love so severe.
Complete && utter loss.
Thieving smiles,
ear to seer.

Yes we are all dreamers here,
dear,
at best, i Inspire
all about your lovely self,
you wish would disappear.
False reflections of unknown fear.

Swirling images,
lost in void,
of an open mind,
floating fragments,
negligible, && liberated,
from all that is sense.

Arise,
Wretched restraint with serpentine whorl,
Blackened abscess && swirling obsession,
Abstain from sense!

Behold:
Lucid lovers, && sentient glow.
Serenity manifest,
Mirroring images of a vivid mirage.

Hearts;
Well-suited shackles for sordid undulation.
Tiny bubbles all in a bunch.
Intricately tied shoe-strings,
In search of cessation.

Expire.*
Faint fragments of distant spines shattered.
Sedated sensations,
A dark place, pristine lake,
Awakened.

How right you are, love,
words are not at all necessary,
but without them i haven’t a chance to tell you,
“i love your every breath.”

If it’s games you wish to play
i am not at all interested,
for i am a trickster at heart,
and we coyote play for keeps.

I’ve got it, ***,
and i know you have as well;
i was not mistaken...

In unfolding those tiny pedals,
around your inner little girl,
and stealing just a glance,
of that bumpin' love,
you keep underneath:

Radiant woman!
dancing,
through these empty streets.
i will walk you home.

Such a silly haircut
on my little toe-headed girl
it was all *******,
and short on the sides

bangs falling short
above those light blue eyes

and we stared at each other
for a long, long while
admiring the chub on her cheeks
and the dimples in her smile

i suppose she looked just like you,
although you weren't here to be found
in the thick of South Africa
with accents that did astound me

and i did get the chance to brag
about my little honey-babe
with dirt on her hands
and a smile on her face

to a friend i knew long ago
in her place next to the structure
of eternal expedition
in the form of stimulation
at the users' best convenience

It hurt to leave you last night.
Alone in your bed;
Asleep in my hands.

How lovely to see the comfort,
crawl up next to you,
and lull you to sleep.

A peaceful, restful sleep;
with your little silken thing,
and **** hanging out.

The kind of sleep that i don’t get;
with sweet dancing thoughts,
and wonderful activities played out
like a lovely little matinee,

and all the while you playing in your head,
and all the while you lying in that bed.

You reached for me as i left;
not consciously i do believe,
but some part of you wanted me to stay.

That was that part of me that hurt,
as i walked out your door.