requiem

a steady throb.

I forsake every romantic gesture. my psyche is a kaledioscope. writing the names of all of my lovers on my skin.

It's not that I miss you. I just like the way acheing sits in my body.

Ctrl Alt Del

My finger hovers over the delete key. I press the space bar instead. Try to get some distance between our vowels. The consants hover like dead air, sandwiched into adjectiveless verbs.

Non descript.

My serves are caught in the net. There is no bounce back. No love all. You are not clamouring and I am not clasping.

We make a fine pair, you and I.

I could pour all my passion into the sand. See the red on red reflected. Slip sensual somethings into my tea like artificial sweetner. Spend nights alone in my room with ribbon, chiffon and lace, seducing the mirror, relishing absence. Tasting isolation so heady I fall back onto my bed.

indifferent lover

I fear my lover has already left me.

The silence stalks me about the house. I pen love letters to abandon them. Leave dirty marks on the furniture as I brush up against tables, chairs and washing lines.

I am drowning in romance as you stand grimacing from the shore.

Heavy petting does not come lightly. Free never meant to be cheap. I was offering heady liberation, a surrender to something more beautiful than your own reflection. A chance to glimpse through the mundane sounds of passing pedestrians and lose all sense of direction in someone elses body. Someone elses soul.

You mistook it for a handout.
It was a gift.