Tiny Moments

Some days all I want to do's
Fall asleep on your shoulder
Feel all your hinges tighten
Careful not to rouse me
But why would I wake when I could hold this tiny moment
Suspended,
Ensconced in your warmth?
And if my eyes must flutter open,
They do so only to permit another tiny moment
Of looking closely into your eyes.
They pull me far deeper into a dream
Than any kind of slumber.

Making love with a lie

If my lips could move as fast as my mind
You would know I'm running out of words
To tell myself I might still believe you.
Oh, my spurious joy,
My beautiful enigma,
I don't think I'll stand to see you
For you are tethered
In places I could never go again.

Grasp

Multiples of my arm outstretched
Lain across hallways
Pressed against glass doors
Spilling over green fields
And lone roads alike

Their lips are pursed
Shoulders frighteningly still
Barely escape a breath
Lest I recognize the rhythms
Only your hollows make so well

3am

Her lipstick stains
All over my face
Spinning vision
Smoked up space
I closed my eyes
And thought to myself
"No more"
As the thought of you
Slid through me
Like another shot of rum.

Air sits still
I walk towards the end
Where roads combine
Where skies fade
In hues
Of what I feel
For you
Morning never comes

The Performer

There is a platform that holds him high 
As the faceless crowd watches his every step. 
He wanders across this stage and parades in all kinds of costumes. 
He plays the clown who juggles flaming spears 
And when he stumbles, the people hiss and jeer. 
He has sung the operettas, sparing cacophonies 
And the audience will lend him their loudest cheers. 
He's played the leading roles with lengthy lines, 
A wholesome man reciting fallacies under the spotlight 
But when the make-up's rinsed off and the outfit's unzipped, 
All that's left is a man and his ordinary life 
Whose lips still echo with the voice of one who would exist.

Dramatix

I couldn't hear your footsteps as you walked past me, 
Nor the sounds of the exuberant children nearby 
And the laughter that followed after. 
Only did the increasing volume of my heart speed its way into my ears 
And the continuous battering of my eyelids, 
Reassuring myself you were really there. 
Fast as my heartbeats did time appear to brake 
With an exemption of the sudden movements of the sunlight on your face 
For vast shadows did evaporate 
When you were not too distant anymore. 
And as I stood there while your presence vanished past me, 
While the merry children kept their smiles wide awake 
Mine had gone away as well,
Unable to hear the faint echo of your footsteps 
Tracing a line I could not follow.