i still taste you on
the tip of my tongue,
sharp and silky and starry
even my neck remembers
your lazy lips and naughty violet imprint
i still see myself
fragile in your moonlit eyes
between soft blinks
and gentle crinkles

unwillingly slipping
into melting amnesias
and hazy evasion forces its way
down my throat
it dances fractals in my lungs
taunting me,
discarnate and disbodied
drifting ethereals turned ghostly fog
staining my crooked memories

the voices, they become
white noise. white smoke,
           my wide eyes are
wandering again
in search of you

behind foggy windows and
along the lines where walls meet
ceilings. your shoulders,
they are too silent today--
I lose your blue-rimmed

certainty in the current.
do you hear me calling?
you begin to turn--
          dark hair, sharp edges
but the voices become

miles

           and we are lost.

As you glide your hands across my naked body
you leave behind the mark of the beast.
We let lust get the best of us so easily

because with every stroke comes so much power
and moaning that continues to get a little bit louder.

So as your fingers continue to dance across my skin
My temperature rises in the name of

sin.

you said I was a fallen angel
but I realized the only reason that I fell
was because you clipped my wings.
Suffocating in the sadness
that kept me high,
I long eternally to die.
Seal my fate
and cross my heart
and hope to die
promise me when i die,
that you won't cry.
Swear on your grave you
won't miss me when I'm gone.
I spoke in silence but you didn't hear the screams
Your always in my dreams I can't get you out of my head
But now that you're gone
I can once again sleep like the dead.

tea
for the unfinished assignments
for the time of the month
for the boy who douses you with salt
for trying to feel loved

wine
for your tired eyes
for your loneliness, a butterfly
beating its wings on your ribs,
for trying to grasp
what freedom is.

my darling,
don't you love to heal?
don't you love to escape?

Do  you  have  one  I  could  borrow.
I  could  bring  it  back  ­tomorrow.
I'd  only  need  it  for  a  day.
It  seems  that  mine­  has  gone  away..

So  I  would  be  most  grateful.
If  just  ­for  a  little  while.
You  could  see  your  way  to  lending  m­e.
Just  for  today  your  smile.

Keith  Wilson.  Windermere.  U­K.2016.