He Woke Screaming

He woke screaming at the daylightunmade bed
wrapped in sweat soaked torn sheets
remembering things little things big things
remembering things he didn’t know he’d forgotten
remembering the love he thought he wanted

scratching the pustule of a long ago romance
he fell backwards into a field of unfinished dreams
like the dark flowers of weeds – beautiful but unwanted
as a gasp holding his breath catching in his throat

Like the deep breaths of lavender silk
corroded with daylight leaving
leaving the cusp of a daydream
leaving his everyday neverday life
leaving the luxury of a love long wanted

the itching was more than persistant
within the realm of a distant prophet
and holding his breath he kissed gently
but there was only the dust left behind

He Woke Screaming

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s