This man of mine
Feeling your heartbeat slowly pumping to every cell. I found it in your touch. Here in a lonely place. This ominous space with plenty of room for love or hate.
Pieces of me are gone now missing. They’ve floated together to make me one.
My dry throat crying your empty heart beating. I need a source of life.
Resting here on a hollow hand. Anxiety waits to see what will fill me next.
Frustrating games. Infatuating plays. I’m watching close for some small clue to move further ahead. Not a friend to show. Not a lover close enough to kiss.
Out there he sits gazing into the future, but not kind enough to say...He's just as lost as I am
