I Wish

I wish,

I could somehow reach over

From where I am,

And smooth out your furrowed brow.

Puffs will cloud your mind

And drink can numb you now,

But Black and White are patient;

Linger around, they shall.

I wish,

(as many do)

I could deter the tedious but stealthy hands of Time;

So I can do more than just watch

The Chariot whisk away those I love,

But Mortality is a candle in the wind;

It burns brightly, but flickers

—ours too.

I wish,

You could walk the shore of life

And not be frightened,

For She will be in every corner turned.

Smiles for your triumphs,

Concern when you fall,

Heartaches at your anguish

—even now.

I wish,

My friend,

I wish.

Untitled.

A shadow of the past...

Or not?

Illusions...

Maybe?

Look, past the Face,

The Neck—

That gentle swell beckoning. Quivering.

Dainty fingers tracing—

Pressing. Squeezing. Suffocating.

Nails

Digging into velvet.

The wounds are fresh.