I missed you. . .

Absence Made My Heart Grow Fonder

Disciplinary Status

The Perfect Me

With 1 touch of the wick.
The spell was lifted.
Footsteps were walked on.
Then off.
Then on again.

Forget that the indigo blanket can smother the flame.
All dark waters are held at bay.
With truth to the self.
Restricted areas roped off.
The game is not a game anymore.
I denounce desire and put her in the corner.
With all her sexual innuendos on her sleeve.
Measures be made.
Fire contained for another day. . .
When there is something worth to burn about.

Little Restrictions

Like walking in the same circle.

Down Through

Sometimes I lay here outlining an imprint on the pillow.
Wishing you here with me.
You would read books to me.
Wearing your glasses.
Press me a kiss.
Till I take the book away.
Make you forget what you were saying.
With forceful laps.

It's been days since I have heard from you.
This is what I get to think about.
Through winds and cycles of me and you.
17 years in the making.
As always been.
Me over here... you over there.
Chicago blues.

Everything But the Rope