sky and fog.

the twilight shatters around our bodies

as we lay together, breathing softly

this hunger that is buried under our skin

quietly unsaturated, under nourished

we stay an inch apart, avoiding lush sin
but waiting for the break, the end of tension. 

we look and do not touch, awareness

taut like a pulled wire, sizzling like 

sun drenched skin, and we are so eager.

eager, eager, as we drink in these meager 

touches -- brushes of skin, breath against lips

lush enough to kiss, hands walking across slender hips.

we are here, but inches apart. holding close, but heart

like the melody of a skylark, song bursting mid flight,
this burdened anxious feeling bubbles over as

air rushes past wings of youthful attraction;

touch feeling like gold feels to Midas, 

warmth to the ice, we melt together, 

curled around each other like sky and fog.

the glass you left.

impression smudged, like
your fingerprints on the glass,
long after you left,
I kept it there, on the table,
and I would think of you
in my home, as if you belonged.

it seems as though the air is
pervaded by this image of you,
like the scent clinging to the
shirt you wore that day,
as i wound around the fact that
I had to twist out the words to
say good bye to you.

and maybe in time,
i will find that the quality of your
being, carried in the air on molecules
too small to be seen, this
delicate fragrance of your spirit
it too will fade, like well washed jeans.
like the haziest of memories.

yes, the influence of you will be
washed away by hands and soaps
and the glass will be put away
and soon, I will no longer be able to recollect
which one it was, (for they all look the same now)
that you used the day you left.

when i find i am sad.

mostly when i find i am sad
there is a moment to be had when
the rains lay mist upon my cheek
lingering like soft soleil light

then, i purse my bitten lips,
curve skinny arms around slender hips
hold the pieces of me together
until, at last, i lose the fight.

the days grow long, as shadows stretch
taste the salt as my breath does catch
and watch the sun set behind closed eyes
as i feel my soul clench, unclench.