I almost cried when he came.
For some reason, I didn’t feel the same.
Something had changed between now and then.
Not his eyes,
Nor his voice,
Or even the way his hair bends.
It was some feeling, I didn’t know.
I could not guess why it decided to show.
It ran out from my heart,
Yet I felt no single point from where it had start.
It was more like a wave.
No telling in what way it may behave.
No place to say where it came.
All I knew was that I would never be the same.
In the nightly keen air
Is where we shall have our affair,
Beneath the blanket of starry light
Flickering and perhaps too bright,
As the dunes of your skin
Shift to the rhythms of our sin.
Licking and kissing
Become the heat of our marrow,
Your phallus red
As the breast of the sparrow.
And the cold dare not touch us
For fear of catching our lust
And setting the skies aflame
So all light might become lame.
What makes me feel this way?
I guess I just miss those days.
The ones when I felt complete,
With our bodies so close, feet to feet.
When my hands were locked to your hips,
When I could feel the warmth of your lips.
Maybe it’s the hole you left behind,
Some where deep,
Scarred in my mind.
While you’re still there,
My thoughts can’t be focused,
You force me to stare;
Looking off into the distance,
Searching the emptiness
For substance.
And I can’t avoid,
However I try,
The coldness of that void.
Resting within my eyes
I rise to the skies.
Seeking those stars ever-bright
That sit in the silence of the night.
They speak wonders without word
And sometimes I think I’m absurd.
When I hear their call
When they say
You can take us all.
I sit here
And it all becomes so clear
As I listen and hear you in my ear.
That every beat and rhythm of noise
Centers me and gives me poise.
I hold this pillow near,
For the loneliness that does appear.
To sate my needs,
As my heart cries out and pleads.
Its coolness wrapped within my embrace,
With empty warmth that comes from my face.
I kiss
It kisses not
I long
It longs not
Yet still
I am made full
By the quiet downy fill.
