i touch myself
and think of you
in the squeezing of my thighs
when you're not there --
the robin in the nighttime
perhaps mistakes lamplight
for daylight and their song
in the early hours saddens me
and now i take my makeup off
and i undress and wipe the sweat
from my neck and contemplate
the night with alcohol laden cells
which casts the new day
where i am alone
and it's strange, my lungs
tired from smoke and my eyes
aching from the neon beams
and i wonder if you would
voice a thing, like i really wished
someone would have grabbed me tonight
and given my sorrow worth
i wish i felt justified
when i brought a glint of steel
to my eye.
(10/03/2017)
YOU ARE READING
THE OCEAN
Poetry'In the old days at home the Neverland had always begun to look a little dark and threatening by bedtime. Then unexplored patches arose in it and spread, black shadows moved about in them, the roar of the beasts of prey was quite different now, and...
