#labilebonds

I look up at the

Full moon

And everything else

Fades away.

Like an

Eclipse,

I am covered

In black.

Crimson stories

Surrounding me,

Pretending

To be

The sun.

I forget about you,

And the pain:

Drinking in the

Clear air,

As if

My lungs

Weren’t already filled

With old smoke,

And as if

I hadn’t already

Drunk

A bottle of

Champagne

In your name.

And yet the stars

Still point

To the Southern Cross,

And I see Venus burning:

Red hot.

And it is all

Real,

And

Visceral.

And I still can’t get

The taste of you

Out

Of my mouth.

There was something in the way you claimed

You understood.

As if you were speaking to someone

Who knew nothing of you;

Knew only of your profession,

And of your proposed character.

But let me say;

I knew your values.

Or:

I thought I did.

I knew your wants,

Your needs,

Your desires.

But you took me for granted;

You used my vulnerability

To satiate

Your hunger.

I thought you were the stag,

Not the hunter

Shooting it.

There is something

About your presence

That is so

Intoxicating,

I get wine-stained

Lips

Just thinking about

You.

But you

Leave me

Dizzy

After just a few sips -

I wonder if you do this

On purpose,

Or are you

Unaware

Of the fact

That you make me yearn

For more,

Yet wonder why

I am drinking

From an

Empty glass?

You cannot

Offer

What I seek,

As you offered

Your liquid soul

To someone else,

And feined

Shots

For me.

I wonder if she

Is dehydrated

Too?

If you keep

The hydration

For yourself

And let us both

Long

For your oasis?

Walking in the desert

Of your icy

Mirage.