Innocence & Dreams

You were beautiful,
and the little things we shared,
now litter your life,
waiting to cleaned and organized,
into the new you,
the new place,
a place free of clutter,
free of memories.

Boxes,
littered with time and events,
one or two things of value,
kept just in case,
memory fails to serve.

The stars sat above and watched,
watched as you did the things you did,
noted how it was,
staring unnoticed, without comment,
still shedding a faint light,
for those who take the time,
let the mind and heart adjust,
to their reflections.

And my heart wished it was there,
there in the sky,
watching you, over you,
with cold dispassionate interest.

Lest it be said,
the cold darkness of space,
holds no emotion, holds only stark truth,
I remind you we stars,
we are suns,
burning with fire,
the stuff of innocence and dreams.

Sin City

Lovers without love,
crawling about,
staying near the shadows
of denial.

Running from sight,
from obligation,
from admission,
of their presence.

Looking for sustenance,
feeding on the leftovers,
crumbs of souls,
no longer of interest.

The Hook Up

Is this what it felt like being penetrated,
enduring until my lust was sated,
receiving definitely overrated,
better to give than to receive.

Stranger gone and now self is hated,
If lust was gone I could have waited,
Thoughts of lover's love now abated,
Satisfied now when they leave.

When the hunt begins the loins elated,
Craving mind until body mated,
Surely this isn't what love's fate is,
If only you were to believe.