A Poem For the Director

As we lie in our solitary beds
a hundred-thousand light-years away from each-other
I want nothing more than to lie with you
to feel your flesh
on my fingertips

So I never sleep at night
I lie and think of your soft skin
and the endless depth of your eyes
I lie overwhelmed with dreams of you
imagining what you would feel like in my bed
Because what I want
What I honestly want
is to steal you and tuck you under my sheets

As hours pass
and days and months
I lie in bed
And lie to my body and my soul
attempting to avoid walking to where you are
and taking you back to my bed

***

It's been days, months, years
It's been decades, centuries, a millennia since I've seen you
yet you're in my mind
despite the distance

A Poem For Matthew and the Proverbial Today

It's not what yesterday was
Nor 'morrow shall be
'Tis today I do not know

- 1991kmh

A Post For Today

I was forgiven.

-1991kmh