I'm drowning slowly
sink down with me toward dark
choking in quicksand

Honey Soaked Summer Nights

My mouth is stuck in a fond smile as I sit down to recount. You make me laugh, laugh at you. My interest goes beyond the touches, your interest may not. Tenderly you remove my shoes and are met with giggles, I laugh at your chivalry but know all too well there’s much more to your intentions. Sleep pushes at the backs of my eyes but I struggle to stay awake past the dancing. You tell me about your dreams while I barely speak at all, dumbfounded by circumstance and drowning in drowsiness. I’m silently enthralled at the way you love your friends, love your wine, love your food. Inspiring and unexpected as always, these beer fueled encounters leave me melancholy but surprisingly pleased. I like the way you talk with your hands, you like the way I let you kiss me. Until we meet again the honey hives surge on with sweet nectar waiting for harvest and I find my lips ever so slightly stung.

Falling is Easy When You're Already Lying Down

Your kisses in that dark room haunt my mind while my doting words go unanswered, your advances are slight without the push of hot alcohol. Steam rises between martinis and dancing, steam rises while we whisper secrets, secrets as kisses. I hold onto these moments, I grapple back over the edge of the cliff my obsessions have pushed me beyond. My want for you is one-sided but in our friendship I find little treasure. I long for you on lonely roads as I listen to our favorite songs. Within my chest cavity a tornado spins, my sad heart withering and wilting as this whirlwind of emptiness drives through me. An answer from you, some reciprocation is not the antidote but I wouldn't overlook it all the same. I trudge along keeping smooth wrists far from sharp edges, as to not let out the hurt but keep it in and turn it into mismatched words left to be digitized.


Goodbye My Lover

What the Fog Can't

I float alone into the fog, it oozes into me but fails to fill the voids in my mind and heart. Familiar songs bring old emotions and traffic. Wide eyed I wait for tears but can't seem to eek or blink out anything real. Wide open spaces feel more confined as my want for what I can't have out weighs those that want for what I can't give. Let the band play on, let the music and the melodies seam old scars and fill what the fog can't.

walking with flowers
petals softly graze my cheek
instead of whiskers

I miss our dancing.
Your presence is comforting,
albeit unreal.

The Fourth of July
Fireworks die lost in the fog
Irony at best.

As the phone rings on
I must silent the secrets
to protect your heart