1:00am Poem

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1:00am Poem

I realize nowI no longer have a need for air;For without your throat born sounds of ecstasydancing through the room,my ears have nothing to inhale.And so, I slowly suffocate anyway.

Your eyes have moved on.Now the focal pointfor someone else's story.And without them, I have no light to guide my footstepsor fill the empty skies.The prismatic spectrum.All shades of black and gray.Concept fades...Is it day or night?

The many definitionsyou held of warmth-Like when you softly smiled.When embraces entangled uslike overgrown vines.When tender preludes to intimacywere evident and exposed,unhidden in your budding breasts.And in your limbs,relaxed, and whispering take me..Oh the scent of you,announcing where your mind was settledand a roadmap to your expectations,like an incense, a sacred offering.Worthy of the highest Heavenly clouds.So many different warmths.All gone. All gone,and I am cold and lifeless.

Today, I register alone.So alone I can't even find myself.No soul, no shadow.No name, no face.I would call this death,but even death cannot be this empty.This merciless.I am alone.Alone, surreal and absolute.Alone.

-Randy