skinblade

heart beat, break beat.
the sun’s shining on the dying
like the moon’s beaming on the dead.
and yet, i bet on
the movement of her hips.
they are making me moan
and hope is pulling me out from under
the persistence of thoughts
i can’t seem to control.
I hold on to the last time
we touched
like a fevered coke fiend
wanting another fix.
I hold on to the last time
we kissed
like a dictator
gripping his fist for control.
heart beat, break beat.
the stars are blinking down on me
like the clouds form images i yearn.
and still i’m filled with
moments of absolute darkness.
all i want is to hear her voice
and kiss the softness that pushes me over
the precipice of  thoughts
i can’t seem to control.
I hold on to the last time
we slept
like a little bear
who misses the snow.
I hold on to  the last time
we looked
in to each others eyes
and felt the world melt.