i miss you

could it be that the night
without you
might be darker
that without you
the night is colder
that without you
I am just less than complete

your warmth just a memory now
your touch still here
just out of reach
your taste lingers on my lips
I breath in the last of your scent

I miss you

this time will pass
but without the haste I crave
your next touch so far away your next kiss seems but a dream

but I will dream
and again and again
you will be mine

there is only you

If love had a color, I am sure it would be that of your eyes. Captivated by your girlish smile I am dazed. School boy crush, no longer a boy, I am yours. With every kiss, nearer, we are pulled. Each moment fleeting, starved for more. How these hearts dance, this beat we create. There is only you, there is only me. In this lovers dance our hearts are free.

grasping at wind

content in this
my pity
my loathing

if only i listened
if only like jack said
i would swim

through my fingers
your love
through my fingers
you

grasping at wind
through my fingers you slip

in this bag wrapped heart
a weak beat

this heart for you
surely does weep

my souls winter

It seemed fitting that the gray clouds of winter moved in again this morning.
Their imposing march on the city has mirrored the suffocated feelings of my heart today. I’ve pushed you away. The sun dimmed, shut out by the dreary gray, again matching my own emotions. Love, desire, compassion pushed to deep to feel.
Engulfing the concrete and iron at will, the bitter cold bites at the city, it bites at me, and it starts to snow. The flakes, like dreams tossed from the gods, float from the dismal heavens, why can’t I catch one?
The snowy dreams blanket the wintry ground, so many wasted and blown by left to die.
The hum from the highway resonates in the air, a soundtrack for winters grasp, the sad song that plays in our head as we watch love walk away.

Content, your brown eyes, only they have seen me. Your milk white skin and freckle laden body dances in my mind. As if it were but a dream, it seems so long ago that I last touched you.

My closed off heart aches. To weak to let you in I wrap it in self pity and sorrow. I cool its warm center with jaded thoughts and memories of the past. My soul’s winter, created by my own weakness, seems so long, so cold, so alone.

Your name whispered, floats from my lips and into the cold, I wonder, can you hear me?

01-06-10

tear filled eyes
i can’t rub you from my being

a new day breaks
the sun rises
my heart sinks

i've lost you