our words
are
never really ours
we own them
for only the moment
they escape our lips
and they are released into the world
to become
someone else’s.
Touch me as I fuck you
with my bedroom eyes
None Such Road
Still angry?
take it out on him?
thoughts of you
do you think of us?
or have we been replaced
by the next over eager
love struck blind
ignorant...?
you haven’t called
or tried to reach out
in any way.
Are you happy?
I hope the thought
of my passion
is an etching
like grooves on the road
track marks on your heart
I’m hoping you
are shaking like a junkie
and lay awake jones-ing
for me.
These words are leaving me
as I escape distance
kissing your scars
from the inside
these words are a distance
from my escape
Burning fortunes
paper prayers
quivering on the water
as ash
specks of red kindling
extinguish with a shush
The lake warbles
and with a shiver
my prayers become waves
across a greater distance
than a moaning thought.