And
If you just looked at me,
Really looked at me,
Your eyes would meet mine,
I would see me in you,
Would feel you in me,
The oceans would still,
The moon would turn its face,
To give us the moment;
And
If you smiled at me,
A half smile with no teeth,
Just a turn of a corner,
Of your lips, dry and soft,
And
When that reached your eyes,
The oceans would move,
The moon would shake,
The night itself would smile,
And
I would smile back;
And
The rest would not matter.
Category: Written in 2015
I cannot.
I don’t feel love anymore
That is what is gone
Just an empty place
Not happy or forlorn.
It’s a vacuum of dark
With no absence of light
No reason for holding on
Or even to rail and fight.
It feels like a déjà vu
When all is said and done
I can’t stay here and smile
I can’t will myself to run.
I write in the morning
When the sun rises and smiles
And it doesn’t irritate
I have known all its wiles.
I can’t even wait for the moon
For it’s the same I’ll ever see
And I can’t wait for you or you or you
For waiting is no longer me.
Flush
As the tongue invades in the mouth,
The body begins to gleam,
The heat invades further into completion
And parts of the body redden:
The lips, the back, the nipples.
It’s a blossoming of the wound,
The kneading of the ache,
The feeling of the pulse
Throbbing in parts mostly dormant.
The hand grips the back of the neck,
The pounding reaches the ears;
And when the kaleidoscope erupts,
The world is extinguished.
Hearts Still Care 
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