something else
lost in the swirling mists of the reality that crowds me
dreams encroach on the waking world
i go places, smell things, do things that cannot be
the lonliness that precipitated the madness
not as bad as you would think
not all crying, not all fear, not all darkness
there are moments
dreams creeping in amongst the edges of the day
fleeting thoughts of the curves that excite me
minute glimpses of things that happened already
the temptation of sights unseen
the scent that lingers is lonesome, beckoning
drawing you into the half remembered histories
hot drunken moments, revelling in the heat
under the seas of an emotion that has no name
not lust, not love, not a thing like that, but a mid ground
the caress of gentle wants, the fascination with another
the currents of time pull me along
tugging me further from the places i was before
through the thoughts of another night
wispy remains of a lust still clinging, clamoring for more
remembered caresses, the feel of your fingers
these glimmers of things out of my reach
torturous, leaving me stormy and tumultuous
not angry, just less calm
being content with the state of things
a difficult thing at times, straining the senses
but, with dreams like these, i should be ok
