The absence of touch is killing me.

In the night resides the quiet swelling
Of silence on breathless tongues and smiles
Smiles that light the midnight sky
Streaked from side to side with neon glow
With this the fullness of languid laughter crying
taught and sadness waning comes to naught.
And I feed my soul with the knowing
Of fingers grazing stubbled cheeks
And arms wrapped around bare arms sleek.

The storm comes for me and I let it.

Never say never.
Pity those who never know
Who never try and never give.
Pity the soul flat unscarred,
Never bleeding tears.

My brother is dead and I am alive.

"Hush love", comes the dying sweetness on parched blue skin.

I blush at smiles and worry. That that is between us simple. I recognize the old soul like a mirror to my heart. I admire him though he may see it not. It is the need that in me lives.

I am happy in this time and place. “Zen, baby, Zen", says Drunken Monkey to Double J.