N.Y. bohemian

N.Y. bohemian

I lay my thoughts down in a field of dreams

and slowly release them into my pocket

where Passion swirls and rose colored glasses

rest

comfortably

they sit and wait until they are needed once more

so I can see again

and be safe

I await his every whisper

my heart pounding

Redundant

Throbbing

Desire

to hear him is to kiss him

his Reality engulfs me in a Sea of Envy

Green

and

Deep

His waves knock me over and I

can not

resist

his pull anymore

but I cling to my pockets so to not let anything

spill out

Lightening flashes in my eyes but he cannot see

He says he believes

me

that click becomes louder every time I do it

And then I am alone

Yearning

for something Wicked

somethingHorrible

cradle me

let me feel his Breath

my Death

his Test

to breathe him out

to breathe him

in

and

in

and

in

and

in

until his entire being has been Sucked into a

Colossal Force

but his Identity is shown to the world!

to care is to hope

for our existence within each other

eternally?



2003