I drink, I miss you,

please ignore my scars, let me --


offer you my soul.

Love is bigger than

two people, it's the Life Force --


it's something cosmic.

Wake up, don't marry

him if you are not yearning --


for him in sweet dreams.

I want to be as

glad, as free and as loving --


as she makes me be!

Amorousness runs

dry and all your happiness --


slips through your fingers.

I was floating in

the sea of your eyes, they led --


me into your port.

My friend goes, gives me

a rose from the bush, alas --


still in the bud, picked.

You are poetry,

sleeping in a guest-room bed --


and I keep watching.

Against all common sense,
you still give me butterflies;
I want to tell you without pretense
how my heart for you sighs.
.
My fingers hover over the phone,
indecisive, nervous, cringing;
Since you left I'm so alone,
a kingdom without a king.
.
Words, my usual weapons of choice,
fail me when it comes to you.
I fear you'll forget my voice,
our nights; move on to someone new.
.
It's hard. It's frustrating,
this near-constant low;
Missing you, contemplating,
screaming into a pillow.
.
And memories, little ones,
just flashes of that high,
Bittersweet firefly-suns
of the days you were nigh.
.
These crumbs of text,
an occasional voice note,
Starving till the next,
Hungering for what you wrote.
.
I need you, I love you so
embarrassingly much,
Your smile, your eyes of doe,
the fire of your touch.
.
And yet it gets caught in my throat,
the selfish begging for your return;
so I just pray, in silence,
as I continue to burn.
.

Watch out, everyone

is looking at us, our love --


must remain secret.