I’m completely lost in why you always address me with faded memories but for the first time I can see through your fake smiles on lips so sensuous.

Fingers following the sweat that trails down your hips; I fell in, forgot original intent or why I write of you in past or future tense.

It’s an idea of happiness, a perspective on all your actions, relief discovered with the comfort found through sharp objection and even sharper objects held up against our skin; even then everything falls apart.

This is a modern day reverie with every kiss being a love lorn memory and every touch is intimacy without the intricacy, our hiding idiosyncrasies in the back of our minds.

Move through me like a ghost and share feelings unbeknownst, every glance stolen from the side to find salvation for these tired, empty searching eyes.

-may 13, 2009