manicured elegance

Towering behemoths shadow the patio

as we sip on sweaty drinks.

Elegance can be as simple a thing

as a black dress flowing over you.


Desire has brought me to this place.

It would do more if you let it.

Illumination softens the red

of your lips, a slight smear


on the glass. You excuse

yourself for a moment,

my gaze fixes upon you,

a natural state of hypnosis.


When you return our

uttered words close the space

between us further and further

until it no longer remains.

down on the street

all dreams and nightmares

drive through the city

sunken hollow eyes

looking for life

waiting to live

ready to explode

creeps into your veins

ready to live again