arms around your neck

never thought 

anything 

went both ways

waist 

and arms

and back

never stopping

walking past the two

blinking red lights

halfway between 

your bedroom and

 

mine

abdicated

apart from the humor,

the shy-

we are not you

you probably do not

under-

stand

that

towering but meseley 

months 

above youthful sarcasm- 

oh my curious 

heart

the cat was held

tied in a bag

-I let it roam free-

what little space 

left off the map

the cat didn't come

home

one night

swallowed into

purple-veined

thoughts 

I think what makes us

alone 

is the compilation of time 

spent knowing

there is never 

good 

to expect