Being without
Without my head on the path
In the dark.
Only the light of my mind pointing the wrong way
This sunny day is bleeding ice


Sitting here,
Manhattan sky scrapers around smiling
--saying “I told you so”.

I wanted to drown within you
to feed you with my organs
to bewitch you
and take you on a dance
till we move into

fantasy

every day.

Push me into a hole
Which you and I will never come out of.
With you
your eyes
your smell.

First born tenderness.
Soulless soul

One grave stone left