Drops of gold dripped along the horizon:
nightfall soft and delicious.
Your feet on the pavement
the cigarette in your lips:
scrunched beneath heavy, dragging feet.
where did you go?
Colours of your vibrant music
boundless within my soul:
gushing sunlight stirring forever
the delicious visions of spring.
In the darkness, demons
breathe and they chortle
as they feast on the flesh of
my trampled dreams.
I lurk in the shadows, watching you.
If it gets colder, you’re an ice sculpture.
Ecstasy shrouds the silver-spotted
seeds of sensation in your fingertips
but if you knew that
I would not write anymore.