comfort comes in many forms
scented soft garments against my skin
recollections of your kissses
your eyes, and kind words
audacious pronouncements of Lord Henry
mystic deliria of containing multitudes
melatonin and gilmore girls dvds
at last, sleep crawls into my bed
"i was waiting for you to finish your poem"
she says

fingertips,
twitch itch and burn
with need

need to touch
torch-hot flesh
to feel, white-hot soul
ooze through thin-skin membrane

toungetips rake softlips
stealing murmurings
of heart and head
leaving desire
simmering  there instead

yearnings, deeper delvings
desperate dionysion delusions
draining staining steaming seeming
never ending mind bending soul rending ***

stealing silent sombulent kissses
of fearful guilty farewell
trip tip-toeing doors silently closing
need hosing, shamful moseying away
from who the....what the...oh hell!

fingertips tapping drumming
hunover mind blown but still hummin
no excuse away from home and lonely
awaiting the bill, cash only,
cause credit be evidence of crime of illicit time

now despondent knowing heart-sore
bad to the bone core, never wash away rime
dang, stuffed up to one's own detriment
balancing on earth-quaking, slip-sliding
no-place, nowhere to be hiding, mudsliding firmament
thinking deep, dark, stark stupidity rules
now just me the jester and the fools
all counting the cost and consequence
of one night, tispy cheap drunk nasty, nasty  thrill

jyou cut my soul and now there’s a
void i can’t fill

my heart bleeds tears
since my eyes can’t

(i have forgetten how to cry)

and i bleed blood
no one can see

through the wounds you etched on my skin,

they were kisses of warmth then you left,
and now they are only,
    kissses of cold

that hold no memories,
only a hollow void
i trace with lost fingers

(my heart bleeds tears)

and it feels like winter

white snow like ashes falling down as rain

the world,
my world casted in darkness

the sun hidden by the falling clouds

(but it’s summer.)

Now that without being side by side we sail - alone
With so much love around
We aren't bound
to the crystal sweet jail of our love
That we can't touch, we can't fully grasp
but that never stopped us

Now but always bound in time
Through heaven, hell and in between
A link no one gets right
but we...

Now we are always together
each one in their world - family, lovers
but I don't think we'll forget
what we used to have.

And I'm not speaking ***, the photographs I took
I'm not speaking lust, even when it was true.
I'm speaking the thin line
between 2 ghosts in each other's life
I'm speaking "Spanish kissses"
with a limit never clearly drawn
unmade love
a ghost, a sweet ghost so real to us.