grey spirits

what is it with you

and ... me?

funny how we

keep meeting up like this ...

it's that poisonous kiss

that will not quit

till it sucks the life out of me

...

is it you?

or me?

that keeps coming back to this

faux bliss

sometimes i don't know which

anymore

you know what i use your for

and i know that is what you let me think

so who is fooling who now?

you lie to me

i lie ... to me

and yet we keep going

on ... and on ...

and

on and on

like

this ...

and so we meet again

fetching fetching

friend

and

kiss ...

Y

how can you hope to ... unravel

the manifold complexities of my ... mental

gambits

you can't understand me unless you understand

self

my mind is at dance for reasons why yours can't

dance

i guess you're a victim of

circumstance

fiona

fiona

died on a sunday

it rained that day

she was a good

fish

irony

she broke up with me on thanksgiving day ...

i wasn't thankful till spring time

puff puff give

thoughts of you hit me like

clouds birthed from bong water

as i hold in daydreams till i choke

and then

exhale

reality

random pic (iPhone)

i went into chinatown the other day ... i took a few pictures ... this was one ...

inter-action

words come softly today

like skin on neck

like breath behind ear

you smell of desire

passion makes hairs stand at attention

like little soldiers in perfect little rows

i prepare to conquer

what you give to me as a gift

and i take it

love and lust all in one playful motion

we lay in blissful crusty aftermath

limbs intertwined in tangled comfort

as we find restful sleep

and we dream

aroused by closeness and sweat

eyes find each other

like old friends across a room

we say nothing but know what we mean to say

and we know this is home