Sunday afternoons remind me of you
The still spickle solid air and background noise
And perfect mid-June hues through windows.
I breathe it in and you're still around
While your smile's framed on walls
On my piano, on desks and in minds,
Everything else is just furniture.
I keep you close through a whistle
When mother used to sing in the mornings
I keep you close through my vintage heart
That used to be spoiled by your gifts,
Though our routine was never predictable
Your smile was newer everyday.
Everything else is just a reproduction.
We were alive, you and I,
And I will not forget
You're just smiling on the other side
Of my afternoon sky.

Something about midnight drives
The look in your eyes
With you I could go on for miles.
Enamored of this-
Your friendship I hold dearest,
I wish you knew all the years
I would have rather spent with you.

Rapture

Soft-bodied creatures
All over my bed
Watch them watch me
Corrupt my own head
Eyes can't look away
From this image of sin
While I stand and search
For a way out (a way in).

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.