he told me something
once, fleeting
his lips pressed to my ear
whispered, softly,
a ghost
like the feeling of his hands
resting gently on my shoulders
swaying to the sound
of a song that ended long ago
touch and music and breath
and ghosts
but i still see them
and feel them
and hear them
hands and arms and shoulders
and lips and ears and teeth
and ghosts.

Every time we gently touch
Feel sunshine in your hand
That warm moment
Almost more than I can stand

Hot morning comes swiftly without fail
Am here to fight another day
Tuck my hair behind my ear
Alone makes me during feel okay

Your presence makes life a lot less hard
Whole heart belongs to you
Don't feel tangible all by myself
Cannot believe things I thought I knew

Cause I do not trust my senses anymore
Wanna believe what I feel
Lately your skin is the only thing
I can be positive is real

I feel the feather-light touches
Of imaginary fingers
As they creep across my shoulders.
Longingly,
I pretend that the pressure
Across my chest is the security
Of your arms holding me.
But really, it is the constricting
Bind of loneliness
Gripping me tightly.

i am free.
my skin never touched with ***** hands
my mind never filled with any doubts.

She likes the lights in my room
They highlight everything I love about
Her.
The lights highlight where my lips
Have pressed & my teeth have marked.
She circumvents and understands
The lights when they come to hush.
The way that I touch her.
The way she lays back & enjoys
The thought of my hands
Revealing the parts of her that I cannot
See.
The ridges of her back my tongue
Walks & drowns in slowly.
Soft the way her body
Stretches & yawns (in ecstasy.)
She likes the lights in my room
But more so the way they cut off
When she walks in.
The light gives way the hint of attention.
Shadows fleet before my hand reaches
Hers
Becoming one with the way she yearns.
Her thigh gap at perfect ease
This craving a friend we both welcome
She wears this light for me
Until the switch undresses this yearning
She spreads & undresses for me
Everything I love about her

My vision isn’t perfect,
But I at least saw you.
The lefty vaguely sees,
My righty is flawed too.

One sees near, one far.
Yet they saw you, dear.
I look for rhymes, deep.
I listen for words, hear.

Its all an allegory, honey.
Or whatever that means.
I thank the past, my love.
Now the future is here?

Its all unrequited though!
And I have no intentions!
I love and love and love-
But they’re just my heart?

We see with eyes, sweetie.
We do feel what we touch.
Our senses have brought,
Things that are… naught.

This poem goes everywhere!
Talks about this and that…
But that is what you get,
When you have blurry eyes.

sometimes
                late at night

i remember how it felt

to
    be
     locked
             in your
                    embrace

and then i feel

a little bit better