You don't mean a word you say, do you?

It's just a fantasy,

a nice idea in the back of your mind.

But if it was tangible,

and real,

so close you could reach your hand out and touch it,

you wouldn't actually want it.

You wouldn't actually want me.

Pinch me now

You're caught in my crossfire

Fell into

Your arms, but they got tired

We're so good aren't we

Till it just stops working

Almost like

We tore out the same page, and

Left a lot of

Room for the same mistakes you

Never quite let me in

Till it gets bad again

I'll stop waving a flag

I'll just drop all caring for that

I go quiet

And you go cold

Hope it passes before

We get

Older

Humour me

Be honest do you

Need a break from me

I see you suffocating

But won't you just look at me

Or am I too draining

You spent hours awake

Holding me, said it was okay

I was crying

But you got tired

Hope it passes before

We get

Older

Locked and filed.

But above the Sun

there hovers potential

on the dark periphery

not yet vulnerable

to critique

of mind... time

or its gadgetry

weightless like all things

in outer space afloat

and formless in the void,

that composite blackness

from which all inklings

emerge, uncuffed

light lined and

twinkling

as fathomable

...Released

like prisoners

on parole

03.08.2024

The Monsters are Due on Maple St. challenge @dctezcan

I dream of stars

Dancing in your eyes,

And your spirit is aflame

With desire.

Yesterdays fade away

The moment you smile at me…

I feel reborn and yet you are

A dream away.

I dream of roses

Lancing your hair

And the beauty of your being

Consumes my soul.

Night falls, another dream beckons,

Your lips on mine,

My heart touching yours.

I feel the dawn flowing from you

And I smile.

I dream of the music which is within you

And the song of passion you inspired.

Morning breaks and I remember you,

The fullness of you, the ecstasy you offer…

And I write these words in honor of your love

as I await for the night just o dream of you again.

I suppose I should thank you

for looking in my direction,

taking a moment to spare me

a momentary glance.

I guess I should thank you

for sharing your time,

allowing me space within your busy schedule.

Or,

perhaps,

I should thank myself for giving you the time of day.

That I spared an ounce of my affection on you

when I have so much love to give.

I deserved so much better than you.

And the fact that for so long,

you made me feel the opposite

sickens me.

I want someone to fill the void inside me

Pour milk down my throat while you

Stand there and lie to me

Sloshing around my organs,

It spoils inside of me

I discard the waste. I

Love that you lied to me

I await the softness of you,

Your lips dancing along my flesh,

Stealing my breath away

I quiver with the thought of you.

Seduce me,

Strip away everything I am,

All that has failed you before,

Leaving only a barren shell of man

Longing to begin life anew.

And I await the realness of you,

The sounds of your passion

How they echo in your heart,

And I die a thousand times

Just to feel your touch.

Seduce me,

I am clay in the shape of man,

I would have no dreams, no hopes

If not for the essence of you

I am empty of all meaning.

And I await the dream of you,

Where the ecstasy we’ve shared

Led us away from the tears we’ve cried,

Away from so many empty good-byes.

Seduce me

Let us dance with the passion

That has brought us here today.

Seduce me

And let our love burn

Beyond our tomorrows.

We sat there for hours

eyes closed and laughing

light against an ageless sky

against the rage

of seasons passing

against the black clouds

of memory and desire

against hand grenades

and heartache

upon the soft grass

and safety of our youth