Bad Movies
It is alone.
That doesn’t surprise me
But after dreams After your face peering around the door After knowing your voice like a bell And touching you while I sleep And knowing when I wake Drenched in sweat You’ll still be gone from me And while I sit, remembering All small things The smallest things And want to reach you, tell you anything That it’s the darkest
You had skin like speckled silk And joy Beyond my joy You had thirst and wildness And unfathomable pain
And when I stretch out for you When I place my hands over my eyes Or breathe in your strange brokenness I remember
What odd distance compels us now In dark or light Beyond or behind like a twisted ankle
See me again. Remind me you were here.
We are blood line Warmth turned ice and ash
Remind me you were here.










