Unfinished
This Poem is a song
For you
Without a tune
A testament
A symphony
Of lost moments
Fragmented like the
Splinters of a
Fractured shot glass
How I long and yearn
And ache for thee
My friend
To be whole again
As once we were
Like one
Yet still led blindly
To bend you naked
Stretched and
Taught as canvas
Then taste and think
Of all those
Things important
Château la tour and acid
Love death god and sex
Yes my god with a
Small G as always
Then dare to hold me
As I struggle and tightly
Make my next moment
A moment on Monet’s palette
A sigh of Cohen breath
Do not mention
Love tho
For you would only spoil it
This moment our moment
This here and this now moment
Rejoice instead and lay
Upon me as a friend or
As indeed a lover might