shivers with intense joy
and pain and hope, I
caress in deviance.
A puff and a light
do the trick,
but I am still cold
and muddy and naked.
And while half of the city
sleeps, my cute roomie's
down with it. They're traveling
a million light years-
dreaming and soaring, while
I tell myself to be
still and watch and kiss them
instead. But I'd rather gaze upon
the lonely skies; stare blank at
this luminous star--of white light
passing through the thinning
air. How on earth can I ever
reach it?
Shall I just continue
gazing?
My pillows nod; my clothes,
sticky with sweat and fears
and tears, let out a cry the heavens
could hear but was
voiceless and soundless in
hundred decibels.
Thoughts of her peeked in.
And him. She of long
braided hair standing and
weeping at the rear corner
of my misty, tired eyes. He who
whips her with a strange
black pole. They, of passion
and lust who always believed that
love is a panacea.
I could stance no more:
the lonely night he bade
goodbye, the stench in my
head, the blood in
my white linen.
Shall I take a small step
forward or a giant
leap backward?
Then again, she flashed back,
and the forty winks she slid
her tongue in my waiting
lips. How could I forget the
fire burning inside her?
T'was the same fire I used
to play, same fire that
lit my crappy, cold cell.
She was harassed; I was
forgiving. She thinks about him;
She. He. They were on my
mind, licking every inch of
my shattered bone; sucking dry
each trace of blood in my vein.
Whoever thinks about me
at that precious while breeds
insanity, just like the city
and half of it dreaming for the
night not to end.
A twitch in my brain, a fuck in
my nerve, and a cut in
my toe---were all I could lift
in a tormented fleet. For
a moment, I was once again
broken:
So I could yell at her
and him and them, stop it or I
shall wake up and break
them all up and juts
puff one more stick.
Tingling. Tickling was every
sensation as I smash her
left breast: skin-to-skin,
bare as bare. For we share
along with the sleeping
city, my fondness of her
flesh and my itching neck
and my still, glorious
thoughts of him.
While we were together,
sliding down the roof
towards the stained-wall
bathroom and out to
the small bloody gate of
my skimpy undershirt.
