all saints

the blurry boundaries
and necessity and timid brushes
perfect complexions swimming
on memory's surface. and my hate--
sleep won't visit tonight.
resolution crumbles before you
compromise taken from a bottle
eroding my will with every shooting glance
and i clench my fists to prevent
the inevitability, and the intoxication
when we drink, drop, succumb.
you left your scent on my pillow
which rises, and startlingly
your hair fanned out, your face nestled in
and i can't say - stay.

Reviews

[Wildecat]

A well crafted poem, a definite pleasure to read.