Wicked Play.

Walking down streets
Lost in paths familiar 

I spend time remembering 

Images peculiar

Where figures dance

Tempting with a trance

Laughing and calling an often rehearsed line

You can trust

that I won't lie

Give to me your heart

to keep besides mine

Walking past derelict places
Abandoned stages of past plays incomplete
Around the block, in any direction
Failing to calmly reminisce

Our wicked play's terrible time
After that often rehearsed line

You can trust

That I won't lie

Give to me your heart

to keep besides mine

Walking down streets

Every step crushes underneath
Brittle bits once a dream

The sound echoing endlessly

As your figure dances before me

Teasing sensually with pursed lips

Hiding cruel tricks

You can trust

that I won't lie

Give to me your heart

to keep besides mine

Echoes.

Rapped on many surfaces
Searching for a deal of warmth.
Tired of  yelling out my sorrow
Inside an echoing dome.

Regret.

Given a chance
To run as fast as possible,
Decided instead to follow
Circles in the sand.

Remembering.

Forgotten feel on my skin
Of slender fingers caressing.
Warm breath across the pores
Against millions of tiny receptors.
Trembling in awe.

Wet.

Liquid flows like cold fingers running
Over skin nimble, led by gravity.
Covering shivering spaces.
Coursing down limbs.
Salty secretions sweet.

With a delicate gasp in wet throes.
Cooling off after getting off.
Exuding passion into open air.
Allowing scents to wander away.

In My Mind.

In my mind, a warm hand.
I hold tightly, to great relief.
Random shots. Video clips.
Things we'd do. Places we'd be.
(Holding) a warm hand.

In my mind, playing movies.
Alternate realities, other places.
All the trappings for a happier life.
Exist in my mind.

In my mind, old regrets jab.
Gleefully stab, only to remind.
Moments past fast recede.
Things missed. Places unseen.
(Longing for) a warm hand.

In my mind, senseless scenarios unfold.
They keep me looking ahead. Gazing with hope.
Another life, and a warm hand.
Encouraging me to press on.

Thoughts.

Ambient thoughts. Hang about. Creeping smoke. In a stream. Floundering. Causing me. To get sick. Ambient thoughts. In scented form.

My Mind Too.

In my mind, a warm hand. I hold tightly. A great relief. Random shots. Video clips. Things we would do. Places to be. A warm hand.

My Mind.

In my mind, playing movies. Alternate realities. Other places imagining. A happier life. All the trappings required. Existing in my mind.

Regret.

Oh, old regrets repeatedly poke. Annoying jabs only to remind. Creating senseless scenarios playing. Imagining other lives. Old regrets.