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I watch you sleeping,

A little more asleep

Then you should be

The amounts must

Have been miscalculated

I figure.

You’re still able to hold

My hand, you’re still

Able to breathe softly.

You’re skin is red and

Hot to the touch-

Your flesh next to my

Flesh yet so far away.

How many times am I

Going to ride this ride

Before the operator

Decides to turn it off?

Out of Focus

Spin me around as fast

As you can

So that all I can see

Is you.

Our slippery hands clasp together

Tightly bonding the

Distance between us.

My surroundings a blur

But yet I see a glimpse

Of something new.

An attraction

I can’t let go of.

Just Molly and I

On a merry-go-round.

Letting the time pass us by

Like two teenagers

Wishing to leave

This place.

I Ask You

What could be better

than a cup of coffee,

coffee that tastes 

black and bitter,

bitter like a crisp         

fall day when the air,

the air is so thin 

and full of attachment,

attachment that grabs

you by the throat and screams,

screams what could be better

than a cup of coffee?

And Hot Winter Nights

Like fire from the sun

You breathe

Your welcomed breath

On my back

Inhaling my insides

With every touch making

Sure to protect me

From the unwanted

Mail on my

Doorstep to the eighteen

Unchecked voicemails

On my phone.

As long as I am

Within your grasp

Within reach of

Reality this is

Where I

Belong on this

Hot winter night.

Cold Summer Days

I don’t let a lot of people

In but I

Let you.

I rarely add one plus

One but I

Added you.

I never miss someone

But I

Missed you.

Good thing too,

That you didn’t believe in

Fate but I

Do.