Anything
is better than this
dishonest
double think
loaded mind fuck. I am out.
Just one kiss
changes everything.
The patterns
of routine
roles played shatter, inviting
shadows out to play.
At a loss
yet still aware that
I don’t know
anything
except how my body burns
every time you’re near.
Yesterday
it seemed I missed you
forgetting
everything
in the flood of fantasy
for just one moment.
No Place
There is no place
for this-
soft release of my
own self into arms
that hold
and just hold,
small curl into his space
to be seen
to be free,
yielding of skin
with fear that
has finally softened,
as my focus melts
his eyes and
now I can only
see my own.
No, there is no place
for this-
lock up
and
retreat,
cracked and shadowed
sanctuary of
memory
within me
between us
And I wonder
in sadness
in fear, in anger
If this time
Is the time
to go.
Alone.
prompted @ November 2011 PAD: Day 18