Until her face seems out of reach

Until her face seems
Out of Reach.
+++++++++++++

The night is spent,
licking
The wounds of fresh-picked
Heart-Scabs.

You have some on your
Cheek
My Love.

(I give a playful jab.)

+

My hand passes through
Her
as it always does ,

in
this cold life outside
of
Dreams.

and
I'm glad I have a buzz.

(To stifle the inner
Screams.)

+

Time becomes senseless
when
She Visits.

A callous growing In
The Laughing Lizard
Brain.

That urinal where memory
takes
A Piss!!!

(Upon the Customs of
The Sane.)

+

Then Morning eventually
comes. .

swimming in like a treacherous
Leach ..

To suck the life from
My
Pretty One.

Until her face seems out of
Reach!

and
I curse the shining sun.

(For taking loves phantom
away
From Me.)

J.Stephen .H.