Icarus's blog: "Hurts to watch."

I didn't recognize her face at first.
But the sentiment was behind the distorted glass.
Steam and pellets pelting the panes.
A lifetime. That's what the letter said.
In such vibrant ink.
In such vivid sensation
I take one step through the threshold.
Placing dry hands on wet
cool lips on warm
thick on nude.
This is the part where
I forget to ask if you're having the same dream

Dawn comes fifty years too soon.
The reason fades, but the wish remains.
All through thirty irrate calls
and two cups of black ceylon.
A trillion bursting synapses
a cold delivery, another missed opportunity

all I can think to do is draw your face in another daydream
and float further than I could ever sink.
my hands falling through the floor
my eyes rolling to black
forget how to breathe
forget how to be
just experience.

A new, warm empty.
Safe and closed.

til two sharp taps rouse me from my slumber
and I greet the faye smile I had summoned in my lonliness.

Now about that kiss.