Neville

Unfinished

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