He stays in a castle in the air.
Through sunrise
I’m sleeping
Slackjawed
As he’s kissed by his sweet Goodbye and
away she dances a-mess and
tired
And he need not watch her
for he knows
her
splendor
by
heart.
I burst uncandidly
On our bellies
we lay
Desire-less.
Asleep
In love.
Apart.
Fiction
shrouding
Any
newfound
perfection
Ignored;
I slip quietly in through the castle door and
kiss him
on
his
lips hello.
Hello, he says, with a heavenly
grin
Yet
My
utopia has not yet come.
meddled by his embrace
so different from him -
Then I retort..
I adore
laughter
vibrating
from
rib to rib
I kiss him again
A wraith in his arms
And nothing more.
With
The
History.
Still in the making.
-Humility we find-
And
Recoil
Our
Desires
through
The exultance of our
bittersweet lives
Weaved through
The
Madness.
That we
cannot evade
Buried
in
every
kind word
we say.
Sober we
talk
and riled we’d gotten
But this castle’s built
Strictly to keep
the dreams I’d
too
eagerly feed
more forgotten
Leaking grimness and I do not seethe
I did not dance
Like She.
Simply , I declare
I fell back wards
out the door
Into
A bed for me.
And an unclear
path of streets
That
Do not
intersect
with my
passing
of dreams.