Without you

A touch...a thought of which

I wish could be

To me I clearly see

That just a touch would be

More than what I could see

For me to be

For you to see

That we can nor never will be

Gone

I have regretfully accepted

That my life disconnected

Many a moments ago

Betrayal

I like to play...say...betray the language that we speak
My way today....everyday I say
Only if for but a moment
I contradict...I depict...I predict
I'm confusing and amusing
Dichotomously arousing
While carousing
With all that I mean to say
It gets stuck...sticks...then releases
Tourettical rheterical bullshit
It's the way that I play
The way that I say
That today I just may
Have gone away.

Delivery

A laugh...smile...crinkle of the nose
These things...givings...deliverings
Of happiness and hope

Knowing I Know

Intoxicated with thoughts

Third person perspective

Elective, selective missioning

Listening to only the voices I want to hear

I see her

Always at a distance

For instance 

I missed her

Kissed her but only in thought

In laughter and banter 

I imagined we would jest

I guess

But there are those moments

Those flowering movements

Soothing as is her smile

I still wish

Imaginary

I met her within the confines of my own consciousness

Existing within the boundaries of what I could not comprehend