Someone I lost….
The one who dances in shadows of grey.
The one who breathes in questions,
and breathes out words too immoral to say.
The one who pounces like a fox on heat.
The one who’s hot as an arsonist’s fridge,
or the sacred ridge where two lovers meet.
The one who’s too much.
The one who can’t get enough.
The one who won’t be held yet is longing,
longing to be touched….
The one who is born of the impulse of love,
The one who would stay for a push or a shove
from the one whose slap is a lightening clap
to wake up, and strike…
The one who is a coiled serpent sleeping.
The one who is a silenced heart weeping.
The one who was opened but barely used
by the one who cut too close to the truth.
This one who once was a part of me,
the part these days you never see.
The one whose prose is an algorithm
understood only by the one who is smitten
with someone lost…