running backwards with you against
the vitals of my being
we lie in fields with words unsaid
two men twined beneath the sky
with the dead in a closeness as ever before
have you screamed in the essence of a man
who turned your soul into nothing its been
a lion in his den coming for your madness
with the touch of heaven sent
i die with an aura
the rush of your coffee
running through my skin like the veins in your legs
i tangle your hair throughout my fingers
with your body atop mine
lying in your touch i feel you without you
the candle flickers in the wind
your ashes in the sky
i pretend to live without
the experience you taught me
but a single scent reminds
your eyes and couch
the night against your teeth
as we pressed against the jeep
i loved you at the time
i think of you sometimes
i still love you
even in the daylight
at midnight
at the grip of a strangers hand
sometimes our soulmates
are there to pass the time
of a horrid nightmare
to guide you through life
in the deepest of night
july 13th