Mesmerized by What Begins to Whisper

Philadelphia skyline is everything but art
when I call for the sun to sink honey
into my mouth, the same mouth
you said had no right to be in a busy city
of nightly talent.

Yet you also touched these lips with
your own rough, deafening ones,
during which I thought your caresses
would mold me into your own
stone drug....and I reminded myself
you were not afraid to mask me,
make me believe I only need
your drinks.

Destined to find the spaces in between,
to look for words that flourish
in quiet hushes and not in traffic lines
that show too little control.

I don't want to be the one carried,
or the one who shadows a glass...

just lay me to sleep with your heartbeat

and no other damned mixes of alcohol
you speak with.

For I'm trying to create a lover like mine
who this time, will be here
for all the silent tonight's that he feared
would just be
imaginary.

7/7/2012