I miss you even though you haven't left yet
because in reality you've been gone the whole time
and why should I miss someone I barely know?
We feel like a ball of yarn, to me.
Tangled up enough times
to have acquired a few knots.
I'm going to be thinking of you, over here
because you weren't just a body to me.
Hopeless romantics shouldn't have flings.
The people beneath the skin are too much,
too intense and too real to ignore,
when you've never had an aptitude for distance.
Never been strong enough to hold much weight,
with your words.
Tipping the scale by putting
a heart of gold on one side,
and fate on the other.
Adieu.
Thanks for the company,
and kisses.
And thanks for reminding me,
not to get stuck here,
if there are people like you,
plane-rides away.

Good pictures.
Mind dream,
and pounding.
I want your way,
perhaps hallucination.
This be, I like.
Keep you,
my hands.
Again.
If I lust,
try you.
All of it.
Close spoken future.
Noises,
Lost bodies.
Come, touch quickly.
Soft air had passion,
going sure.
Kiss the moment,
dont want the dark.
Passion at a turn of thought.
Again.
Moon, keep going,
especially when I feel like this.
Delve like this.
Have me.
I will feel this touch again,
Knowing these lips.
I can imagine air and not you,
dreams on the inside.
First mouths, first tongues.
In no time.
Lips place.
Bone.
You know I've been alone,
And I shouldn't be hungry.
Heard lust.
Spoken to me.
Tongues even help me.
Your parts, everyday.
I've been feeling surreal,
trying to envision,
what to imagine.
Tested many,
resist.
Lying, tastes.
Body recalls feeling so much.
Hungry already.
Down in a second.
You again.

Go to sleep, stop doing this.
Stop ignoring the night.
It can see you.
Maskless in it's own dark,
watching you
Wide awake, rebelling.
Stirring up noises that
slice through the required
hours of quiet.

No one lives through the night,
and lives to tell about it.
At some point the barrier breaks,
and out bursts
comets, meteors,
darkness laced with
the celestial bodies of the stars,
contrasting.
Expanding and contracting,
rolling towards the center.

You are the center.
Magnetic you.
Growling and howling wind,
ripping through space rock,
comes closer.
Shrapnel spins in wildly
from all directions.

I see you trapped in the whirlwind
spirals from space.
I am the infinite night,
throwing satellites,
digging black holes,
blinding you.
Submit to me.
Give in to me.
Sleep inside the universe,
where it's safe.