I SEEM TO MISS YOUR TOUCH
chimney has coughed up longings and black smoke
chair by the fire, sweaty glass, my hand
dusk played some blues while windows wept with rain
my G and T sedately kissed me cool
I traced your love
when flames burst bluE
dissented ice cubes spat out croaky cries
keyhole oozed out that grey inflated darK
it clamped itself beneath my feet like rug
I replayed velvet kisses of your hands
under my nails
seeped lonely hue
truth grazed my palms
a drop of blood
BUBBLE BURST
