ecstatic memories of you:
nothing but
orgasmic emotional kodachromatic blackmail
don’t do this to me I say
softly into the phone
into the no one’s home night
to this machine that sounds
amazingly seductively impossibly
heartlessly soullessly breathlessly like you
where are you? I wonder
dodging the real question
never putting myself on the line
agonizing over the impossible
detour follows misdirection follows evasion insatiable
agonizing
succulent
separation growing like a fungus
in my dark obsessions
till you snag me bag me tag me
again [as always]
hardly a moment passes
without some old dredged up reverie
nattering around in my head
every memory a trap
every fantasy a dead end
without end
tender mercies not withstanding
eventually all this will simply vanish
[but until then]