Imaginary Friends

My eyes tattooed wide

Two ghosts in the mist

I see them go inside

My insides twist.

They kissed.

They're smiles are white stars

That float on their lips,

Their kiss deep and long.

They're two sinking ships.

Wet lips.

Regard her facade

The blank message she sends

I'd rather be with

My imaginary friends than with her, or with him.

Hope their universe ends.

A flash of white flesh

The hot fire of touch

And when they're apart

They do not smile much.

While the love she pretends

Is in bloom starts to fade

Inches under the sundress

Her grandmother made

He forgets why he's there

And he gives me a smile

And this cold empty ache

Disappears for a while.

Then he runs a mile.

She still clutches him.

I remember the first time

As the falling day ends.

I'd rather be with

My imaginary friends.

Reviews

[mope]

This has a haunting lilt.

[cad]

Absolutely beautiful