saddened moments, slow to recede
heavy, dragg
lonely hours
'neath the under side

my blankets are sweaty and i cant sleep
a slow drizzle of memory
wakes and disturbs

a small head stacked on a pile of lumped pillow
two cold eyes open and stare
the cieling tile is crooked

a slow turn
the dust is settled
my shoe is missing

when did her face break through so much?

im lost
bring me down

a settled surface emerges
she walked behind me
angry at my rush

her face is contorted
as she lites a cigarette
how i hate that smell
my meek demeanor
is swallowed in her personality

There is nothing to resolve
at this point i concede, the sex was not good
and now a friendship is lost

the bed was hard, traffic noise crept in
i rolled over and put my hand on her side
the warmth of a human touch
her skin like fire
i explored
she turned and we kissed

drained and demure
i smile at her, such a lovely smell in the air
a smell of instinct

she got on a subway
and caught a plane

01/28/2005

Posted on 01/29/2005
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