Emotions – Page 67

I shed my skin and
hang another skeleton
deep in my closet
–
alone
with my fetid
alter ego

after a brief rest
a bevy of mourning doves
suddenly takes flight
–
released
upon wings
across the sun
dedicated to Philip Rigney

it’s just a small cut
and it’s the last time, I swear
until the next one
–
self destruction
a trail of history
on my arms

since you got sent home
I’ve been sitting by your side
praying you’ll return
–
waiting-
trying not
to lose hope

don’t gamble on me
there’s far too much at stake and
you don’t know the score
–
what you see
I choose
to show

faded cutoff shorts
bare feet out the car window
hair teased by the wind
–
hot skin
cool sheets
and promises

I’m never alone
my ally, my enemy
you’re always with me
–
ever present
that little voice
of self doubt

a cold winter night
staccato rain on the roof
you, keeping me warm
–
winter’s eve
with you, I’m
warm inside

in grape arbor
a cardinal seeks shelter
from the driving rain
–
secluded
deep within
my wine glass

an old wind wanders
aimlessly, its raspy voice
barely a whisper
–
dry leaves
huddle
in the corner