I’m missing, right now,
the short thoughts of love
that grew in the space
between my next
and my fondest
as a merry memoir candle is seen
in the hands of children.
I wish you a happy daily fuck
and a loveful lightful
I couldn’t give that to you,
but my fingertips can caress you
with words like theses.
Ev’rdy I am dealing with unseen riddles
of smoke and mirror in these eyes contained
of thoughts and evasions, sweet damned obligations
social pages of don’t you dare.
This is a lonely heartfully way of singing
between the black space that awakens inside every breath of me
your love I miss
your thoughts I don’t
your love I’ll kiss
your ambitions made me wrong…
though, for a while, it felt warmcozystrong.