I’m no different
An after glow of
shiny teeth, framing their
smiles and housing seductive
giggles.
Eight ladies, in different
shades of hair and skin
portraying lust, hushed tones
and secret sins.
Listening to the excitement
a small party behind the wall
A birthday or something.
My mind wonders off, and
I can’t help but thinking:
‘Are they doing it?’.
What’s left of me
What’s left of me?
shreds of yesterday
mingled with a dash of tomorrow.
Now is empty, now is dead
it’s the silence that I dread.
Fallen leaves, earthy smells
Like a tree in the fall
I feel more naked, with every
passing minute.
What’s left of me is gaping
a hole big enough for a backdraft
to start gnarling with withered teeth
at those who don’t deserve it.
Alone again
I wish these dreams weren’t necessary
dreaming the smile of a girl I don’t know,
dreaming of kisses coming from lips
I can only feel in my imagination.
Her perfume, her clothes, the
way she dances to music only she
seems to hear. Maybe she is just
the only one listening.
I should wake up.
Wake up!
Alas, what felt so warm, so real
just minutes ago, has vanished.
Alone again.