Today

We shared
cigarettes,

we shared
coffee cups.

A strange collision of
lips and butts -

proof forever
that our skin
once had touched,

(three times in fact;
once for each smoke,
and once for the drink -
an equal balance of
caffeine,
nicotine, and
seratonine.

Perfect, I think.)

once had shown,
once had been near
to the “closeness”
that Latin reveals.

Cubitum eamus.

But just a touch.

I want to be close to you all the time.

I want to hold you so tight l
that I lose the use of my fingers
and sight;
that I have to remember
to pause for breath
before I pass out from the
closeness and strength.

Today, with 7 people present,
I can safely say that
no-one else than you and I was there.

I heard no other voices.

I smelled no other scents.

I saw no other faces.

I touched no other flesh.

This time I spend with you is ghostly,
and imbued with
SOMETHING OTHER,
something old,
something new…

Never blue.

A borrowing of something slightly hidden
by the sense that
“what is you”
cannot be viewed.

Not yet, at any rate -
but one day
you will see me, and I will see you.


Until our tomorrows then.

Sudie, mano meile.


Thank you for today.