i had a dream once that
i awoke to the tenderness of your
skin next to mine
i reached for you
i wanted to feel the taught olive
skin that lay underneath my eyes
reaching, time slowed down
my mouth dripping with
eagerness; wanting to
see what your lips tasted
like but i reached too far
and you were gone
it was a trance after all
YOU ARE READING
the lonely club
Poetrysometimes i can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives i'm not living
