I sleep in providence
always.
most days.
although,
when I wake, I find myself
elsewhere.
nowhere.
here.
when I am
done visiting your version
of
Charon.
of
Cerberus.
of
love and Lethe.
despite the
brightness of the ambient city lights.
where the
streets are so narrow.
and
sometimes I lose
my
way.
my
sight.
you.
at least, I
wish I did.
but I’d
rather sleep with you.
even
though, sometimes it seems like Hell.
or Purgatory.
for no good
reason.
hoping I’ll
become worthy
of
the place.
of
your wanting.
of
myself.
beside some
vast ocean I can’t name.
until
someone finds me out and I’m
ousted.
castigated.
deified.
forever.
never.
on the
occasion of your latest heartbreak.
listening
to autumn leaves fall
in
a coffee shop.
in
my head.
in
another time.
in a coffee
shop.
during
autumn.
wearing
nothing
except
sorrow, mine.
except
sorrow, yours.
except
a lonely hat.
feeling
only desire.
I dream of you.
Posts
