Him: Arm’s length

He and the stripper were sitting across from each other at the table next week.“Can we be close to each other without being lovers”? she asked him.“Well, is there something to talk about?” He asked her.“Some things specifically” she said.“Like…?”“Like the theory of relativity.”“I don’t know about that” he said as he looked away.“It’s how

Graveyard of ex lovers

Their magic, dissipated all’s left are bones the earth holds their long gone echos their names, a mere faint memory history, forgotten curiosity, dead heaviness, empty their remaining existence a clutter

You look like that, And you got soul…

Dry ice; like cold arms sizzling ice on fire matchstick on a box your soft kisses like an unloading avalanche cascading waterfall like hair released from a broken wall unexpected ripping of the skies a downpour of rain on an otherwise pleasant simple day your eyes that take a glimpse and disappear that appear again,

Ramble to yourself, ramble about lovers

Tonight, there’s no star outside. Just me in my dark room sitting on the floor. I could meditate and do a pose or two. I could stare at the wall in the dark. Or have some pomegranate and cry like I had done nine years ago. That was awesome… actually, it was sort of fun.

Lost lovers in the dark

I know you’re not real But I’d like to believe you exist out here in this great wide world, somewhere. Maybe you’re the every other person that’s walking down the street. Maybe you have a billion eyes of all colors. The howling of the wind is a song Written and sung by you For me