Saturday, September 20, 2014


The invisible man
who shares my bed
only in my dreams
he's been there for years
from the first I took
sight of him...
I wait for him
deep in my solitude
he is as silent
as the breath I do not
the butterflies of my heart
flutter their wings
in time to his own pulse
I hear him breathing
in the silence of the night
the mirror leaves no
image of he who is not there
he is the ultimate end for me
he meets me in the
distance of the darkness
the aire of the night
closes in on me
I stir my love
with the swivel stick
in my drink...
when the ice melts
so does all that I am
why do I scare men so?