“RISK”

Sleep evades us
a bed haunted without trust
ravens circled my dreams
and we grasped for a warm feeling

we, to each other
lying together
hoping for postcard dreams
of glossy magazines
fucked away the loneliness

in thin streams upon your skin

couldn’t fool the deep inside
though bodies could reach
within each other
souls could not touch
or communicate

so I see her
want to move that hair aside
lean over and
taste those lips again

you say that I’m a lightweight
that this chance is a crashed plane
that I’ve never loved
and that I’ll never feel love
I’ll never kiss those lips again.

02-08-00

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