Saturday, May 7, 2011

i feel the distance
between the silences
i am lost on the sea of wakefulness
that plays like so many records we spun

my lips keep kissing themselves
as if they could bring you back
god, they try

my body aches with the thought
that she might pleasure you
more than i

banish this sad state
i want to scream
i do scream
and yet it seeps
and breathes into every pore

i walk the path and stop
for every waking bloom
eager
so eager
to find the one who
calls me home

No comments:

Post a Comment