zebrasindenver

Here i am again, and the two of you lay almost sleeping,

 i am done and you ask for more, this is all i have,

i am empty, lifeless and satisfied,

there is always tomorrow,

we beg for more,

we hope.

Let me exist between words,

the space between thoughts,

let me at the least be intangible,

nothing but a sweet non presence,

a memory, or less,

an idea.

I put you in the bath and sit writing,

the lights are dim and the cigarette burns in the ashtray,

some music rings in the distance,

some wine is in my cup,

and i think of you laying there wet and naked,

but i don’t come,

you ask me to open the door,

but i wait till you come to me,

till i can kiss your damp skin, your smell so gorgeous,

i am so thirsty for you.

She is so forgotten,

yet so pretty and clean,

an art director of sorts,

a pretty lady.

A house full of toys,

the children are everywhere and screaming,

one is bouncing on the couch,

one is playing with light switches,

one is riding a bike across the kitchen,

and another, is with her dolls in the lampshade,

we sit and watch, enjoy and remember,

this innocence is so free,

family.

Cherie, you are too thin,

Cherie, you are so much colder than before, and your eyes cry loudly,

Cherie, the steps you take away from me bring you not closer to yourself,

But what i fear, is closer to pain.

Ma Cherie, mon amour, mes rêves.

Cherie.