5 sense traveler

The atoms of your passage
still float in the air
hours
after you depart
I caress them on your chair
drink them in my coffee
breathe deeply
to keep you here with me
one second more

The life, tomorrow

At 5AM
my sins and I
lie in intimacy
face to face on the pillow
heads touching
as we fall into
the cleansing grace of sleep

dilettante

wisdom lies
in the delicate tracery of bones.
this hook
will snatch you from your life
and drop you
stunned and unprotected,
gasping for air
amongst the eaters of your kind.
their heads raise their
soundless sightless alarm
as I rush breathlessly
towards my fate.