turbid

[Tiredhands]

I can feel taut skin, gentle
sloping
I scratch.
Mostly, I wonder how long until
all I'll see is this back

You bob
but your scent rolls over like this smoke,
and I'm done
the Whole Night unfolds in front of me,
completely oblivious that I've separated it from the morning.
one, then the other. a line between.

Maybe if I didn't see it that way,
I wouldn't see only a drop off, waiting.
a hole to hide, dug out by my distinction

 

[jameslovesyou]

that left me sort of slumped over in my chair...i can feel your despair from here.
blessings.