Slow kisses
on the nape of your neck.
Now down your spine,
across the hollow of your back.
Sliding now between your cheeks
pausing only for the dark hole...
continuing on.
Parting your thighs...
AHHHH
the perfume
the taste...
you.

Love to the end.
Love to the
end.
Love...
to the end.
Love to
the end.
Love...

I would have loved you
until the end of days...
now there's a whole world missing
without you.
Forward eludes me.

I remember you
when you were me and I
looked out from your eyes.

In the low evening light
I reach for a bud
laying on my desk...
it flew away.

The cat slips by
a floorboard squeaks...
time moves at a glacial pace.
The pillow's hot with sweat,
midnight fears
and 2 am resentments.
Thoughts don't dance,
they stomp through my head
like some rowdy upstairs neighbor.
Dawn trickles through the window
weaving its ways between the curtains...
Now the eyelids get heavy.
Insomnia.

A house
without a mouse
is not a home.