You are too far away.
You leave me with your fingerprints all over my body, bruises that you did not mean to leave, the traces of your scent, (metallic and industrial like your music which you write for me. With your kisses on my ankles fading into dust covered by the tops of my boots. With words for poems that frustrate me because they do not bring you any closer, sour thoughts that rot my insides and no way of making them sweet. With the color of your eyes untouchable miles above me in the sky but not close, like you. Not close. Not where I can hold you. Not where I can touch you.
You leave me chilly in my bed with your arms not around me. Your arms are around your pillow or around your ribcage where the skin is so pale, where I could kiss you so many places if I could just reach you. You leave me shaken and frightened of being alone in the dark with my monsters, with my devils and their blanket/fences/silverware ready to devour me without your arms around me. With the wind blowing through the creaking trees and I am reminded of my creaking bones and the orchards that I refuse. You are too far away to put petals on my tongue, to remind me that there is beauty in me. Too far away to keep me from running. Too far to make love/make out/make magic/make conversation.
Baby, you are too far away. I miss you.

10/04/2001

Posted on 10/04/2001
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