absence
makes the heart grow fonder. it doesn't stop, I ache and long only for her. I somehow don't think that will ever change.
That makes things in the here and now difficult, but I guess that's a cross I have to bear. Not sure if it will ever come to anything, but I am what I am, a guy in love with a huge capital L.
Taut
Indifference is taut
a drumskin stretch of avoidance,
skirting issues
without even the stiff
formality of pleat
there is no wrap
no snug cling
of hand to hip
or sigh to skin
instead
we are defined
by what we are not
by where
we do not meet
and on the flesh
of this nothingness
we can both feel
the prickle of anticipation
a sixth
un-sense
the crossed hairs
of inevitability meet
with the focus of future
the scope
tastes cold on the back
of necks
drumming taut, drawing closer
can you hear it?
A tattoo
un-skinned
ghost whisper
on the wind
sweet-bitter scents
orange blossoms, distilled
yesterdays corpse
unburied, unmourned, undead
I shiver in my aching need
there is - can only - be One
and the bells
toll
That makes things in the here and now difficult, but I guess that's a cross I have to bear. Not sure if it will ever come to anything, but I am what I am, a guy in love with a huge capital L.
Taut
Indifference is taut
a drumskin stretch of avoidance,
skirting issues
without even the stiff
formality of pleat
there is no wrap
no snug cling
of hand to hip
or sigh to skin
instead
we are defined
by what we are not
by where
we do not meet
and on the flesh
of this nothingness
we can both feel
the prickle of anticipation
a sixth
un-sense
the crossed hairs
of inevitability meet
with the focus of future
the scope
tastes cold on the back
of necks
drumming taut, drawing closer
can you hear it?
A tattoo
un-skinned
ghost whisper
on the wind
sweet-bitter scents
orange blossoms, distilled
yesterdays corpse
unburied, unmourned, undead
I shiver in my aching need
there is - can only - be One
and the bells
toll